He really couldn’t figure it out, given Ais’s personality, why he would collude with Jun Wuyang.
And how did he manage to come to Capital City under Hong Yi’s surveillance without making a sound?
If it was just him playing the "the most dangerous place is the safest place" to hide from him, then why dare to blatantly go out to eat with Gu Sheng, the Little Overlord?
"..." Ais remained silent, looking out the window, feigning deaf and dumb.
"Fine, we’ll settle this account later. I’ll ask you again, did you join the Baiming Sect?"
When Jun Moyan asked this question, his tone was visibly more hostile than before, as if he’d shoot Ais on the spot if he nodded and admitted it.
Upon hearing this name, Ais’s pupils involuntarily contracted slightly, finally showing a reaction:
He turned his head, looked at Jun Moyan, and asked incredulously, "What do you mean by that, Young Master Jun?"
"The hidden power behind you."
Ais chuckled, "Why are you so sure it would be the Baiming Sect?"
"Then tell me, who else could it be?" Jun Moyan’s face darkened terribly.
"Aren’t you a bit too nosy, Young Master Jun? Also, about settling accounts, you delivered the goods to me first, then sent Shangguan Yu to rob me of them, and for no reason at all, you captured more than fifty of my brothers; whom should I settle this account with?"
"I admit I took benefits from Jun Wuyang and sent men to kill you, but didn’t you also let Shangguan Yu rob my goods, capture my brothers, and destroy my territory? So, we’re even," said Ais nonchalantly, "this world is all about survival of the fittest, isn’t it? There’s no room for sentiment, right, Young Master Jun?"
Jun Moyan scoffed coldly, "If you really used my weapons to strengthen the Baiming Sect and act tyrannically, putting me in a position of disloyalty and dishonor, then it’s not just your brothers who I would flay alive—I’d do the same to you!"
He pronounced the last three words with particular emphasis, his teeth gritted with anger.
It even caused Wen Xiao’ai, who was lying in his arms, clutching her little stomach, to shudder uncontrollably.
This man... was truly dangerous.
The smile finally began to fade from Ais’s face, no longer appearing carefree:
"So, Young Master Jun, have you discovered my connection with the Baiming Sect?"
"You think I can’t deal with you if you don’t talk?"
"What? Do you also want to torture me to extract a confession?" Ais was disdainful.
"Hmm..." Ais thought seriously for a moment, "Alright then, let’s go to Wu Garden." Saying this, he closed his eyes, "Call me when we arrive."
Ais’s composed demeanor made Jun Moyan even more curious about whether the force behind him was indeed the Baiming Sect.
If not, then who could it be?
Throughout the journey, Ais was exceptionally well-behaved, as if he really was just going to Wu Garden for tea and a chat.
When they arrived at Wu Garden, it was already midnight.
"Third Young Master, how should he be handled?" Qing Yi asked, yawning incessantly as he pushed Ais.
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"This is illegal detention," Ais interjected, yet his tone betrayed no sign of nervousness or panic.
Jun Moyan couldn’t be bothered with him, carrying Wen Xiao’ai upstairs...
Wen Xiao’ai was clutching the quilt tightly, too sleepy to even keep her eyes open, adamantly refusing to go take a bath.