Propose a Trade
No one in the storage room spoke. Apart from the uneven breathing of the three critically injured people behind them, Uncle Guan was the only one making a sound—he watched Xu Huo with a constant smile.
"So joining is the only option?" Xu Huo asked with a smile after a moment.
"Just kidding," Uncle Guan said, showing no disappointment. "We don't have to wipe each other out just because we're on different paths."
Though he said that, he immediately added, "You're close with the Dong family?"
"Not really. I just happened to meet them after I arrived in Zone 002," Xu Huo replied.
Uncle Guan nodded. "None of the major families in Zone 002 are clean. If you're only staying here briefly, then there's no problem. If not, chances are we'll run into each other again."
Xu Huo made no promises. He just nodded to show he understood.
Uncle Guan didn't try to persuade him to join the Holy Sword Society again. Instead, he let them stay and hide there, adding, "You can wait until the Government Hall calls its people back before you leave."
People with strong convictions were rarely swayed by a few words from someone else. Smart people knew when to stop.
He seemed sincere, and Xu Huo stayed to rest without hesitation.
Chi Minghong stayed beside him without saying much, but the woman from Zone 002 couldn't help asking the man in raincoat, Ruan Qiyan, about joining the Holy Sword Society.
These people seemed to have a system for how they did things, but that didn't mean they gave charity indiscriminately. It wasn't just a matter of whether they could take an ordinary person with them. There were too many people like her; if they took in everyone they came across, the Holy