The middle-aged man with white hair spoke with great determination. Each word was laden with a significant bite, a sense of finality that seemed like it could shatter steel teeth.
"I'm sorry, but Oshima Yufu was kidnapped by Lone Wolf. How am I supposed to know where he is right now? You should go demand him from Lone Wolf!"
Liang Fei's eyes were sharp and solemn as he stared at the middle-aged man with white hair, saying each word deliberately.
"Bullshit!"
The white-haired middle-aged man became furious upon hearing this and rebuked loudly, "Lone Wolf is already dead. How am I supposed to find him and ask for Oshima Yufu? Are you suggesting I go to the Underworld?"
"Ha ha ha..."
Liang Fei had thought that the middle-aged man would remain unperturbed by anger or joy, but now he was provoked by a few words from him, and Liang Fei burst into a mocking laughter, saying, "Maybe you are right; you might be on your way to the Underworld very soon."
