Thud!
The private room's door on the third floor of Drunken Immortal Pavilion opened and closed.
Wang Bingquan's tall and slovenly figure staggered out of the room.
Inside the private room.
Ma Youcai looked at the messy table in front of him.
The smile on his face gradually receded, turning into a serious contemplation.
Although Wang Bingquan had not immediately agreed, doubt had already begun to surface in his heart.
Having worked with Wang Bingquan for over twenty years, he naturally knew that what he needed to do next was to raise the stakes, layer by layer.
Step by step, he would shatter Wang Bingquan's psychological defenses.
This part was not a big problem.
Next, the key question was how to deal with that new person in Demon Suppression Tower.
