As he spoke, Yu Mo took a small mirror from inside his clothes, repeatedly checking whether the wrinkles on his face looked natural and whether any of the gray dye had come off.
If it suddenly rained and the dye turned his whole face white, that would be awkward.
"One day, I'll kick your door down!"
"In the most brutal way possible!"
"I'll play the victim every waking moment. Let's see if that scares you!"
A confident smile appeared on Yu Mo's lips as he murmured softly.
"Heh..."
"In Sin City, white-haired old people often knelt before us, trembling, begging us to spare them."
"Then, a second later, they'd spring up with a knife."
"That sort of thing happened all the time, so the code we Sin City Natives live by includes... never trust anyone who looks miserable, unless they're actually dead."
Standing behind Yu Mo, Chu Huai spoke calmly.
Yu Mo stiffened, then turned to look at Chu Huai expressionlessly. "Why didn't you tell me sooner..."
"Do you know how long I spent dyeing my hair this naturally flowing salt-and-pepper color?"
"And... salt-and-pepper hair is expensive!!!"
"Wait!"
"Are you hinting that I should die? Once I'm dead, you can take my position as Light Group Leader?"
"Heh, impossible. Absolutely impossible!"
Yu Mo sneered, his gaze firm. "My body's still holding up. Living another few decades won't be a problem. You've got a long wait before you can take my place!"
"Oh..."
"I stopped wanting to be Light Group Leader ages ago. It's a thankless job. Before, I only chose it because I had no other choice."
"It was a death wish to begin with. Now that you won't give it to me, I can live a little longer."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"If we're really talking about it, I think