The middle-aged man jumped in fear, "Why would you want to deal with me? There's no need for a killing to silence me, I see that you must have renowned names, significant figures, elegant and extraordinary!"
"You shouldn't bother with such an insignificant person like me."
Young Master Feng laughed heartily, "You do have good judgement. Forget it, killing you would be contaminating my hands. But don't go blabbing about this, lest it causes us inconvenience."
"Besides, it wouldn't hurt to let you know just who we really are."
He mumbled a few words under his breath.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man's eyes widened in terror.
He exclaimed in a lost voice, "So it turns out... turns out..."
Then, with a bitter smile, "Rest assured, Young Master, I absolutely won't blab about it. I really can't afford to offend you, not to mention my own master."
