Leaving the secret lounge, Yang Fan and Tan Yaohua stepped into the hallway outside.
Seeing Yang Fan about to speak, Tan Yaohua spoke first, "If you have something to say, just speak your mind."
"I'm wondering if you can still be trusted."
Tan Yaohua chuckled twice, "You're really cautious."
"With matters involving life and death and the future of the Dark Night Army, I have to be cautious."
"It seems that whatever I say now, you won't believe it."
"No, I only believe in facts."
Tan Yaohua didn't insist, "Alright, for now, I can't provide you with any facts. I can only assure you that tonight, Mr. Nelson and I have not uttered a single false word." With that, he continued, "Alright, I know you can't take anything in right now. You can try to investigate. Let's go, the party's not over yet. Let's continue enjoying."
Tan Yaohua didn't wish to explain or argue. He knew that at this moment, words were useless.
