Qu Tong looked at him. There was no fear in her scarlet eyes, only scrutiny.
"Senior, there's bad blood between us. Why do you think I'd give you Twin Hands?"
"Because you still want to turn things around."
Lu You chuckled.
"Someone like you must still have a few cards up her sleeve. With that unidentified mole in the company helping you, don't you want to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat?
"Let's make a deal. Give me Twin Hands, and I won't get involved in your feud with the company again.
"Whether you escape, die, or even succeed."
Qu Tong's eyelashes trembled slightly. She did not answer immediately, watching Lu You with eyes like a bottomless lake.
Getting something for nothing...
Give me what I want, and I won't beat you up anymore.
That was essentially what he meant, but what choice did she have? It looked like a deal, but it was really a threat. As long as Lu You stood in her way, she could not escape.
Much less finish the Body-Cultivation Furnace.
"Elder, could we change the terms? I give you Twin Hands, and you let me out."
Beside them, Black Tube's eyelid twitched.
What did these two take him for?
A speed bump...?
Fine. To this Daoist, that really did seem to be all I was! Never mind, then.
"No. Handing you over to the company settles the karmic debt involving my disciple. What happens once you're there is none of my business, but you can't leave now."
"I see. What a shame."
Qu Tong narrowed her eyes.
Finally, after nearly ten minutes of silence, she said bluntly, "I need paper and a pen."
"A smart choice."
"I simply know when to bow to circumstances."
*There was an old Chinese saying: 'Hee-hee, material things