Song Qing could not understand Mr. Bai's words, but he felt something was about to happen.
Especially when he recalled what had happened before-Mr. Bai seemed to intend to kill someone.
He raised his head and looked at him. "Are you going after our boss, Mr. Bai?"
"Not exactly, but close enough." Mr. Bai looked at Song Qing with a smile on his lips. "The person I'm targeting isn't your boss himself, but his dao companion is much the same as him.
"There's enmity between us, but that alone couldn't make me bear a grudge for so long.
"It's more that I despise and hate the Ji Family.
"The Ji Family, a lineage passed down for who knows how many years, did something that made me want to wipe out their entire clan.
"Sometimes I feel heaven is unfair, too. Why does every good thing fall into the Ji Family's lap?
"Why couldn't it be my Bai Family?"
"What happened?" Song Qing asked curiously.
Mr. Bai smiled without answering.
He tore off a piece of shaobing, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly. Only after a while did he say, "Once I leave, things probably won't stay peaceful here, either. You have many opportunities, beyond what ordinary people could ever reach, but danger follows like a shadow.
"Especially you. Working for your boss carries greater risks than you imagine."
"Will I be reported again?" Song Qing asked.
"Yes," Mr. Bai said softly. "But you should count yourself lucky that some people saw further ahead and reported you first. Otherwise, you would have been locked up somewhere and subjected to brutal torture long ago."
Song Qing froze at this, then asked in confusion, "Are you talking about when I was reported before, Mr. Bai? My boss should get me out."