Let Your Ambition Boil, Kid

Just as expected!

Li Ziran secretly laughed. His conversation with Anfuni had been completely under Sandrew's surveillance.

The other party did not even bother concealing his actions.

Li Ziran quietly watched the old man, pondering what kind of person he truly was.

Was he exploiting him?

Or did he appreciate him?

Though he did not wish to be bound by an organization, he had to admit that the Shadow Society possessed immense resources. At the same time, this organization had brought him a broader customer base.

That was an absolute advantage. Sandrew had gone to no small trouble while bringing him into the society.

But when Li Ziran thought of Anfuni's words, resistance inevitably rose in his heart.

Sure enough, there was no kindness without cause.

Yet he had no choice but to accept the glass before him.

He took the glass and lightly sipped from it, a half-acceptance gesture. If Li Ziran truly acknowledged someone, he would drain the entire glass without hesitation.

Unfortunately, he had no desire to drink this wine at all.

Still, that small gesture was enough to barely satisfy Sandrew.

"Come on, shall we talk?" Sandrew smiled at Li Ziran, then turned and headed back toward his previous seat.

Li Ziran followed, but the instant he stepped onto the eiderdown carpet, a strand of down crept up along his heel.

A chill abruptly surged through him, as though countless Undead tentacles were trying to drag him into a cage.

He hurriedly lowered his head. It was merely the down on the carpet. At this moment, it clung lightly to Li Ziran's mud-stained cloth shoes like spring grass, wiping away the dust.

The fallen mud was then carried by strand after strand of down to the edge of the carpet, where it gathered into a clump.