Song Banxian, lowering his head to adjust his collar, spoke in a calm tone, "Today, despite all your efforts you still fell short of your desires, planned to quit the Jianghu, but your heart is reluctant."
The middle-aged man's face turned as if he had been slapped in the face. The shock in his eyes was indescribable in words.
Because Song Banxian had spoken the truth.
He was planning to wash his hands of risk and dirty business, but was sabotaged by the new comer, who flippantly stomped over him on his way up.
The middle-aged man gritted and spat out, "Indeed, after all these years in this line of work, today I was tripped up by a youngblood!"
Song Banxian raised his eyes and stared at him, "The older waves will give way to the younger ones in the long lines of the rivers, eventually no one can always monopolize the underworld. There are blessings hidden in misfortunes, and vice versa. If you don't quit now, you'll suffer a backlash from your years of deeds."
