"Please, Boss."
Pang Jian escorted He Yunxiao all the way to Qing Yuzi's door, and then, quite tactfully, stopped himself and the gang's core members ten meters in front of Qing Yuzi's door.
The rooms in the Short Knife Gang's camp were not spacious, but the house where Qing Yuzi lived was surrounded by a row of empty houses.
Given the current swell in numbers of the Short Sword Army, the existence of this empty room is highly illogical. The only possibility is that Pang Jian did it intentionally, deliberately creating a secluded environment for Fei Bao to cultivate.
Good. Very good at it.
However, on the surface, He Yunxiao still criticized Pang Jian for "making a big fuss" and "wasting money."
Seeing that He Yunxiao's criticism was all bark and no bite, Pang Jian understood his leader's mindset even more. Clearing out the room back then was indeed the right choice. No matter if there's concrete evidence, it's always good to keep any beautiful women the leader has been with on a pedestal.
He Yunxiao dismissed the crowd and came to Feibao Gate alone.
"Knock knock knock".
"Master, it's me."
"Master?"
"Master, if you hadn't opened the door, I would have come in by myself."
He Yunxiao pushed open the door and entered. As soon as he entered, he saw Fei Bao sitting on the floor, completely ignoring his arrival.
"Master?"
"Is the Taoist priest ignoring me?"
After entering the house, He Yunxiao closed the door behind him and stormed up to Bai Yufei, tearing off her straw hat without saying a word.
A breathtakingly beautiful face was suddenly exposed to the air.
He Yunxiao was momentarily controlled by the "bewitching" spell, but he immediately came to his senses and questioned, "Daoist Master, I'm about to die, so you'd better do what you want."
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