"Hey, brother, got any ideas?"
Just as Yan Qi's face grew solemn and he furrowed his brow in thought, a low, hushed greeting came from across the gambling table.
Yan Qi abruptly looked up and met a pair of shifty eyes. Startled, he replied in a low voice:
"Are you crazy? Private communication will be treated as cheating!"
"If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"
"What are you afraid of? That was before!" The speaker was a man with a buzz cut, looking every bit the troublemaker.
Yan Qi did not know this man, and the man clearly did not know Yan Qi either.
They merely saw each other as fellow victims, unlucky eggs forced into this disaster.
"Didn't you see the state those 'Cleaners' are in?"
"They've been completely cowed by that short guy! How do they still have even a shred of the attitude they had when they were controlling us..."
"Just as that great man once said, all reactionaries are paper tigers—nothing to fear!"
Yan Qi had not intended to pay this guy any attention, but upon hearing that last line, he could not help frowning.
Never mind whether that great man's words were appropriate here, the very idea that the "Cleaners" had ceased to be a threat simply could not be applied to them, alright?
The reason those "Cleaners" had ended up like this
was most likely because they were weaker than Taowu, or perhaps they were outright restrained by him in ways the others did not know.
If they blindly thought they could do the same just by looking at that...
then they were either stupid or malicious!
Yan Qi sneered inwardly and asked in a low voice:
"So what do you want? Take the lead and rise up against them?"