"Skull, you're back. How did it go? Did Hu Jiusheng, that old fellow, agree to our demands?"
The West Desolation Demon, pacing at the small parlor entrance, looked up at Skull.
Skull forced a bitter smile and said, "He didn't agree. Moreover, from the way Fox Bachang and Hu Sanqiu talked, if I continued saying things they didn't want to hear, they might have kept me there."
"Oh? So arrogant, it seems we need some measures to show these foxes who truly rules West Desolation City."
A streak of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the West Desolation Demon.
Earlier, he had reported Tang Ming's situation to the Dark Tower Master. However, to the West Desolation Demon's surprise, the Dark Tower Master's instructions were quite cryptic.
He only hinted at dissatisfaction with Tang Ming between the lines, but he didn't order Tang Ming's elimination.
