This time, it was the fat old man's turn to pause. He waved a hand, losing interest. "Forget it, forget it. You're far too boring. I've heard everyone you've ever knelt to has died."
"And died horribly, at that."
"I don't want to drop dead for no reason one day."
As he spoke, the fat old man's gaze settled on Yu Sheng. "Yu Kid, how big is this deal, that you actually need me to show up?"
"My time is precious. If you get in the way of my business, I'll deduct it from your share."
Yu Sheng considered for a few seconds, then stepped aside, revealing the city behind him without a word.
The next moment, the fat old man's eyes shot wide open from their narrow slits!
They still weren't very big, but clearly, this was as wide as the fat old man could open them!
"Good grief, are you sure?"
He muttered to himself, then seemed to think of something and flew into a rage. "Sikong Nan! That brat didn't even explain things properly! If I'd known, I'd have invited the Ninth Awakening Old Ancestor over. I can't keep this situation under control!"
"How about... I kill someone to make a point first..."
As he spoke, the fat old man turned his head, his gaze settling on Old White Ape. "Would you mind dying for the great cause of our Black Market?"
"Don't worry. I can give you an anesthetic. Guaranteed painless."
There was a trace of chilling murderous intent in his voice. He clearly looked like a kindly old man, yet every word he spoke ran counter to the Ink Pavilion criminal law.
Old White Ape continued to smile. "If you need my life, senior, take it. What does it matter whether there's anesthetic?"
"I'm not