"No need." The Jackal shook his head urgently before Yang Ruxin could finish speaking, "I trust you." Was there anything more horrifying and disgusting than rats? He didn't want to find out.
Yang Ruxin smiled, tapped Xiaolun's head, and let him continue sleeping.
Xiaolun spat out a string of silk, and in an instant, the rats disappeared without a trace.
"I, the Jackal, am as good as my word. The words I say will certainly hold true, but I have a condition..." The Jackal took a breath.
"Let's hear it."
