The Oil Rat was initially indeed hesitating. After all, this item was passed down from his ancestors, and their teachings were still echoing in his ears. For many years, he had strictly adhered to these teachings, not daring to tread over the line, lest he face his ancestors with shame when he passes into the underworld.
But ultimately, people are afraid of death and cling to life. A bad life is better than a good death. Who would choose to spend even a year less in prison willingly sitting behind cold iron bars?
So when he heard Huang Zhenlong say "we can pardon the crime this time," he suddenly lifted his head, his eyes glowing with surprise and hope:
"Mr. Huang, are... are you serious?"
Huang Zhenlong was speaking off the cuff. Who would have thought that the Oil Rat would take it so seriously, prompting him to pursue with such earnestness, making Huang Zhenlong feel a bit embarrassed and guilty, awkwardly saying: "Uh... yes, it should be possible."
