"You've seen the complete version?"
Du Ruhai grew a little excited. "When did you see it? Where?"
Zhao Laoqi said, "I saw it thirty years ago."
"Then you know the complete version?" Du Ruhai's eyes lit up. "You know the complete version of Seven Deaths for a Life?"
Zhao Laoqi grinned. "I know what you're thinking, and you're right. The complete version of Seven Deaths for a Life can fix your flaw. It can let you survive independently, without relying on your original body. Even if your original body dies, you can go on living just fine."
At Zhao Laoqi's words, Du Ruhai's Adam's apple bobbed.
He had everything now, things other people could never attain in a lifetime.
But to him, all those things could vanish in an instant, because he had no idea when this body in the wheelchair would die. It was like having a sword hanging over his head. How could he rest easy?
"What do you want?" he asked Zhao Laoqi.
Zhao Laoqi said, "Let us go, and I'll tell you the complete version."
Du Ruhai narrowed his eyes and sneered. "What a clever little scheme, Seventh Master Zhao. Do you take me for a three-year-old? Tell me first, then I'll let you go."
Zhao Laoqi snorted. "Your character doesn't inspire my trust. Oh, no, you don't have any character."
Du Ruhai snorted too. "And a schemer like you, Seventh Master Zhao, hardly inspires my trust either. You expect me to believe any old lie you make up? Heh. I'll pretend you never said anything."
Zhao Laoqi said, "So you're not going to let us go?"
Du Ruhai said, "You sound extraordinarily naive asking that question."
"Let me put it this way. Money doesn't interest me now, because I've already moved up in the world.