“Miss Benedict, that’s pretty much the situation. At this point, it’s very difficult for our Yuntian Pavilion to further expand and encroach on the black market’s share, because neither the kind of thing that can rejuvenate a man’s second spring nor the Rat Master who sells information can replace us.”
“Miss Beini?” Yang Beini suddenly smiled. “Only you would still call me that. Everyone else calls me Pavilion Master. Over time, I’ve almost forgotten what my own name is.”
"What about that Rat Lord? Have you contacted him yet?"
“I’ve already contacted him!” Li Xingchen quickly replied. “I told him all the conditions you promised, Miss Bene, and asked him to come to Yuntian Pavilion, but that Rat Lord is completely ungrateful. He said he’s just an old man who’s too lazy to go through all that trouble and refused our invitation!”
"Is that so? Dingtianque owes its current size entirely to the black market. Now, all that's left of the black market is that Rat Lord and that thing that can give it a second life."
Yang Beini muttered to herself, a cold glint flashing in her beautiful eyes.
"In that case, let's kill him! With Rat Lord dead, and once we figure out what that thing that can give you a second life is all about, then the entire black market will be nothing to fear!"
“Yes, Miss Benny! I’ll take care of it right away!” Li Xingchen nodded in agreement.
"Wait, contact Sister Ting and ask the Qiao family to send experts to help. That Rat Master has survived in the black market for so long after the apocalypse, he must be no ordinary person. If we don't kill him, we'll only hurt him more. We must make sure he's dead!" Yang Beini said.
"yes!"
Li Xingchen strode out, completely unaware that beneath the drainpipe, a pair of tiny, beady eyes were staring intently at him.
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