Bao Longtao's glance wasn't particularly obvious.
But a chill still ran down Zhao Yong's back. The moment the Wine Refining Equipment appeared, he knew Zhao Ci already suspected him and was surely watching Bao Longtao's every move.
That glance.
It all but confirmed his status as the mastermind.
Given Zhao Ci's vengeful nature, this matter certainly wouldn't end well.
And this series of actions from Zhao Ci made his attitude perfectly clear.
He didn't want the infamy of forcibly cutting off someone's hand.
This was a wagered duel.
Blades have no eyes!
Once you accept the duel, even death is your own responsibility.
You could choose not to fight—but only if you had the heart to give up the chance to obtain the Wine Refining Equipment.
Could he give it up?
Obviously not!
Zhao Yong's eyes were filled with craving, practically glued to the bronze casing as his heart pounded in his chest.
It was a temptation he clearly couldn't resist.
