The young man seated on the nearby couch scoffed, his tone indifferent. "As for this woman, temporary let it go. The master still wants to use her to threaten the Xiao Family. Of course, if they don't buy it, you can send her to Dazzling Brothel. You can do whatever you want with her then, but for now... it's impossible!"
A glamorous madam Sang sighed regretfully, "What a pity!"
Then she quietly asked the man, "Brother Hao, what do you think, is there any chance of winning against the Xiao Family, after the master has prepared for so long?"
Hao's eyes turned cold instantly. He raised his hand, delivering a swift slap, and harshly scolded, "Shut up! Who allowed you to talk about this? If I catch you prattling about the master's affairs behind his back again, you'll end up without a proper burial! Do you hear me?"
Madam Sang covered her stinging face, tears flowing, and mumbled pitifully, "Yes, Brother Hao, I understand."
In her lowered gaze, a hint of resentment flashed.
