"Business?" Pei Yan paused his hand, which was halfway through lighting a cigarette, and then chuckled sarcastically, "I think you've got it wrong; what business do we have to do with each other? What's this? Are you planning to turn traitor and sell out the organization? Ah, if you truly intend to do that, I'm really out of options. How about sparing your life but subjecting you to a lifelong imprisonment, never to see the light of day again? That's my biggest concession."
Bai Ze lightly rubbed his fingers back and forth on the scalding teacup, smiling bitterly, "Mr. Pei, you sure can joke; if it were real, I'd rather be killed."
"Oh, upset and calling me Mr. Pei instead of Junior Brother Pei? No need for that, it feels so distant, Brother Bai. My curiosity has been piqued by you. Tell me, what kind of business gives you such confidence to ensure I spare your life upon hearing it?" Pei Yan lit the cigarette he held, and watched Bai Ze with interest.
