"That's a separate matter; this time, I genuinely want to repay you!"
Duan Haibo furrowed his brows, "Come on, Li, do you look down on me?"
"How could I? You are an old..." Li Yan nearly blurted out 'Old Eight,' but quickly corrected himself: "...you were introduced to me by Yu. I consider Yu Mocheng like a brother. From the beginning, I thought of you as my friend because you're his friend. But over time, I've come to value you not just as Yu Mocheng's friend, but we've forged our own brotherly bond."
Duan Haibo became somewhat emotional, reaching out to firmly grasp Li Yan's arm. He used to be a mercenary, while Li Yan was an assassin. They came from different fields, had their own habits, and were top-notch in their respective industries, with pride and sharpness that meant they didn't need to lower themselves to curry favor with each other. Even though he had killed for him, and he had done illegal things for him, it was always a rather superficial connection.
