In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to Zhao Ya, including Shangguan Jianmei, who put down her wine glass, waiting for a response.
Zhao Ya remained silent.
In fact, he also understood that He Nandou's reason for raising this question was not to deliberately embarrass him in public.
On the contrary, it was actually a good thing.
Because if all the issues are clarified before departure, it creates a solid foundation for future cooperation.
Thus, after a moment of silence, Zhao Ya dipped his finger in wine and slowly wrote the word "kill" on the table.
The calligraphy was swift and graceful, yet it conveyed an air of undeniable killing intent.
Everyone shuddered involuntarily.
He Nandou, however, burst into a grin and slammed the table heavily, "Good, now that's interesting. Otherwise, all our hard fighting would just end up benefiting others!"
