Little Monk panicked inwardly, pressed his lips together, and said nothing.
Lin Shi said unhurriedly, "I wonder whether your master is in Avici Hell, saving you a good spot."
With his identity exposed, Little Monk's expression became visibly more panicked.
The bodyguard standing behind him said, "The boss is serious, and this matter is more important to him."
Lin Shi nodded. Only then did Little Monk realize that the person who had tied him up was not a real thug.
He was standing behind Lin Shi not to protect him, but to better observe Little Monk's expressions and judge whether he was telling the truth. Even if he said nothing, shifts in his expression could still reveal the answer.
Seeing that he understood, Lin Shi said, "Then our conversation will be much simpler from here on."
He held out his hand, and the bodyguard immediately produced a document from somewhere and handed it to him.
Under Little Monk's nervous gaze, Lin Shi slowly opened to the first page. "Hmm... You were originally an orphan, taken in by that old bastard as his disciple. Not the kind of disciple found in a temple, of course, but a little disciple who ran errands and handled dirty work for him outside. Right?"
Little Monk remained silent, clearly determined to resist to the end.
But Lin Shi was in no hurry. He turned another page. "Was the child responsible for collecting the Ji Household old lady's remittances your disciple?"
He gave a mocking laugh. "You master and disciple really are cut from the same cloth."
With a slap, he closed the file, uninterested in seeing what other shameful things they had done.
What interested him more was this: "Tell me, how did you help Lin Lang turn the tide every time, as if you