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"": ""..."Fan Jie stiffened slightly. Luo Bin really had a way of leaving people speechless.
"No need to thank me... I never even had a chance to act. You're certainly capable, Mr. Luo," Fan Jie said.
Luo Bin continued studying Fan Jie's expression, movements, and tone. He truly could not detect the slightest murderous intent.
That brought him back to the question.
What exactly did Fan Jie want?
Soon, Fan Jie stopped in front of him, his gaze sweeping over the Zhongshan Baijiao.
When Luo Bin had briefly been restrained earlier, the Zhongshan Baijiao had fallen back onto the table.
Luo Bin's expression remained unchanged, and he made no further move.
"You're lucky, Mr. Luo. Such a large piece of Zhongshan Baijiao. The Crown Rats usually consume this stuff themselves. A small portion goes to the Zhou Family, since the family makes offerings to them." There was longing in Fan Jie's eyes, but no greed.
"To be honest, I wanted to see you. I left immediately after our transaction because Long Liang was there. I don't like that man."
"I still think we're kindred spirits. You don't practice ghost cultivation, Mr. Luo, but you carry something belonging to a ghost. You must have some interest."
"I know a place where the whole mountain is teeming with yin spirits, and powerful corpses lie dormant. We can work together. I take the corpses, you take the ghosts. We both win."
Fan Jie's eyes shone, and anticipation showed in his expression.
Was this what Fan Jie wanted?
Cooperation?
Luo Bin's gaze was noticeably less intense than a moment ago.
Only then did the cold sweat stop breaking out on Fan Jie's back.
From their brief exchange, he had realized that Luo Bin was indeed ill-tempered and had