"A corpse with no value must be stabbed at least thirty times, like scrambling eggs with broken yolks, even the worms dragging out should be split vertically, just to keep them from getting away and suffering."
"The Evil Cultivators dare not mention your name directly in private for fear of bad luck, so they call you Yang the Good Man."
Hearing this, Yang Xiao's first thought was that this guy was being sarcastic, but he had no evidence; what Ye Zheng said was all true.
The Chamber of Commerce's intelligence ability was indeed formidable. Yang Xiao prided himself on being quite secretive, but it seemed he'd been negligent.
However, Ye Zheng didn't seem to notice the subtle change in Yang Xiao's expression as she turned her head to look outside through the gap between the curtains. Outside, only a few windows were faintly lit in the dark, rain-soaked night.
"I wonder what will happen tonight," Ye Zheng said softly.
