"Besides, your organization has been wiped out, and you hardly have any forces left. France has George, Yan Jing has Lu Qing and Mr. Jiu. If you want to carve out a niche, you'll have to take a different path. But regardless of whether you want to cooperate or replace them, that's your business and has nothing to do with me. If you drag me into this, with Lu Qingjiu's personality, do you believe they won't just destroy you but grind your bones to ash?"
She was the only one daring enough to provoke Ouyang Yan like this.
Ouyang Yan chuckled and then said:
"I know you're unwilling, but I believe you'll want to meet someone."
The door opened, and a man walked in. Qin Miaomiao looked up, and her expression grew subtly complicated. Her gaze darkened.
"Ou bei Yao?"
Ou bei Yao nodded at her and approached slowly. His arm was wrapped in a sling, and his face had several wounds, looking quite battered.
"When did you two start colluding?"
