"As long as you're patient and try a few more times, it can still be done."
"Here in Sin City, everyone is too impatient."
"That's not good."
The old man shook his head slightly, his voice weathered.
Yu Sheng was still watching the old man, but he said nothing more and fell silent again.
Yu Mo took the tomato, but instead of eating it, he set it on the table.
"May I ask your name, sir...?"
His expression had grown somewhat more solemn.
After all, he was a descendant of the Yu Clan and held a high position among the Human Race. He had been especially well protected when he was young.
Very few people had been able to come into contact with him, and even fewer knew his true identity.
Let alone someone who... had held him in his arms.
"It's been too long. I've long since forgotten my name."
"Besides, that isn't important."
"You've come to Sin City this time to...?"
Leaning on his cane, the old man sat down in a chair with difficulty and looked at Yu Mo as he asked.
"Help more people leave the city."
Unlike when he had dealt with Chu Huai, Yu Mo used no psychological tactics with the old man and simply said it outright.
The old man nodded gently. "If things have reached the point where you're coming to Sin City to recruit people, the Human Race is probably fairly unstable internally right now."
"I imagine an economic crisis has already broken out, too."
"But that's only natural. These problems left over from history still need to be resolved."
"It's just... have you really thought this move through?"
The old man showed no surprise at all. He spoke calmly, one hand still resting on his cane, stroking it gently.
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