"He's my father."
A light sentence.
However, it seemed to have a deafening effect.
The middle-aged man took out a cigarette from his pocket and took a bite. He even gave one to Zhou Ze and the old Daoist.
The old Daoist priest did not move.
Zhou Ze calmly took the cigarette and lit it.
"What do you think? Have you thought it through?" the middle-aged man continued to persuade them. "Don't worry, I won't trick you. I can show you my order. When the time comes, you can just follow me."
"You're such a good son."
Zhou Ze exhaled a puff of smoke and said.
The middle-aged man frowned slightly and scoffed. "Are you going to do this deal or not? Speak."
He was not stupid. Of course, he could hear the sarcasm in Zhou Ze's words.
"Why not?" Zhou Ze asked.
