"What gave you the impression that businessmen don't get their hands dirty?"
"When the Black Market was getting its start, we did it by robbing other crooks!"
An aged voice abruptly rang out from the void. When he spoke of robbing other crooks, he showed not the slightest guilt, speaking with utter candor.
And Yu Mo, who was always known for being staunchly upright in public, even arresting people for online flame wars, did not so much as change his expression at the old man's revelation.
"Heh, you must be joking, sir."
Yu Mo looked thoroughly humble.
"Not planning to arrest me?"
The old man's voice held a playful note.
Yu Mo shook his head without hesitation. "I was still a child when you started your business, sir. Even if you were to be arrested, it wouldn't be my place to do it. Naturally, someone from your own generation would have that conversation with you."
"As a junior, acting rashly and aggressively would only make me seem a little ill-mannered."
After hearing Yu Mo's response, laughter came from within the residence, seemingly quite satisfied with his answer. The tightly shut doors opened on their own, revealing a passage.
Yu Mo turned back with a smile and looked at the Confucian Scholar.
Only to discover that, at some point, the Confucian Scholar had silently retreated several steps, keeping a certain distance from him.
Seeing Yu Mo looking at him, the Confucian Scholar said with perfect confidence, "I've never met this person. I don't know what his temper is like!"
"Although I've never died before, coming back to life after dying should be a very troublesome affair!"
As he spoke, the Confucian Scholar simply turned around, putting his back to Yu Mo without even sparing him a glance.
For some reason, Yu