Yang Fei glared.
"Mad Blade is indeed your master, a master's kindness is as heavy as a mountain, why are you asking me instead?"
Qiao Bu was dumbfounded.
He signaled a secret talk with this fatty, but at the moment, this fatty was acting as if none of this concerned him, staying aloof.
What is this guy up to?
He carefully watched the fatty.
"I have been investigating openly and secretly for so many years, and I finally got some information about my master. Of course, I want to rescue him."
"But my cover has been blown, and trying to enter Doomsday Prison is incredibly difficult now."
Yang Fei snorted.
"In the end, you just want me to replace you, enter Doomsday Prison to find Mad Blade, right?"
Qiao Bu hadn't expected this fatty to be so perceptive and nodded repeatedly.
The fatty immediately stretched out his greedy hands.
"Alright, but there is no free lunch in this world, how much commission will you give me?"
