Wang Jiu frowned slightly in response to Zhang Yang’s threat. He was well aware of Zhang Yang’s strength, and having such a powerful enemy would make anyone uncomfortable.
Wang Jiu said to Zhang Yang with so helplessness, "Honestly, if I had a choice, I really wouldn’t want to be your adversary."
"But unfortunately, things didn’t go as we wish, and it seems we’ve reached an irreparable state. I think even if I let Xiao Man go, you probably wouldn’t just forget the past and beco my friend, right?"
Zhang Yang sneered, "Being friends is impossible, but I can give you a way out as long as you release Xiao Man, then everything can be negotiated."
"Well, I really must thank you, Mr. Zhang Yang."
"However, unfortunately, what I want is not a way out, but a path to the heavens." Although Wang Jiu still had a light smile.
Yet Zhang Yang saw a hint of madness in this woman’s eyes.
"I think what you want is not a path to the heavens but a road to ruin. The experints you’ve conducted, even the eighteen levels of hell can’t contain you."
"At such a level of inhumanity, do you even deserve to call yourselves human?"
Unexpectedly, Wang Jiu showed utter disregard for Zhang Yang’s accusation, instead speaking righteously, "You only saw the lab and felt it was terrifying, but how would you know all the experintal subjects volunteered?"
"They used their own bodies to fulfill their desires."
"If soone wanted money, I gave them money; if soone wanted revenge, I helped them achieve it."
"In short, it’s all consensual here, never coercion. If soone wishes to die, can you stop them?"
"Can you stop them, Mr. Zhang Yang? Do you think I’m right?"
Zhang Yang was taken aback; he hadn’t expected the subjects to be willing participants.
Nevertheless, willingness doesn’t equate to legality.
Moreover, without the Qingyi Sect actively enticing them, these people wouldn’t even have the chance to be approached by the Qingyi Sect.
The so-called willingness is pure nonsense, rely the Qingyi Sect’s way of self-consolation.
Zhang Yang was too lazy to argue with these people anymore. The urgent task was to rescue Xiao Man, who was now in this cabin.
Zhang Yang couldn’t wait any longer, so he said to Wang Jiu, "I don’t care what you want to do; release Xiao Man, and we can talk. I can give you the Soul Resurrection Grass."
Wang Jiu shook her head, "Didn’t I just say that we want not just the Soul Resurrection Grass, but also a small favor from you? Of course, before I bring up the favor, you need to give us the Grass first."
Zhang Yang sneered and then turned to look at Uncle Long.
"What do you think, middleman?"
Uncle Long was slightly stunned that Zhang Yang turned to him at this mont, but he roughly understood Zhang Yang’s intention.
Obviously, he didn’t want to be led by the nose by the Qingyi Sect.
"Haha, it seems there’s still so negotiating to be done, but that’s okay; as long as there’s room for discussion, it ans a mutually satisfactory result is possible. We should have a good talk, and I’ve prepared so food and drink. The dock environnt is nice; how about we have hotpot here?"
Zhang Yang frowned deeply; he wasn’t in the mood to eat while not knowing how Xiao Man was doing inside the cabin.
"Alright, enough with the food. If you have sothing to say, just say it." Zhang Yang said impatiently.
But it was unclear whether Uncle Long did it intentionally or had another sche, as he ignored Zhang Yang’s words and directly ordered the hotpot to be set up.
Indeed, they ca prepared, with all kinds of ingredients available.
Wang Jiu even ca down and said to Uncle Long, "You really know how to enjoy life, unlike us who’ve always been destined to work hard."
Uncle Long chuckled, then took out a bottle of wine, pouring a glass each for Wang Jiu and Zhang Yang before pouring himself a glass.
Uncle Long raised his glass and said to Wang Jiu and Zhang Yang, "The Martial World isn’t just about conflict and killing; enjoying life is the truth."
"The two of you rarely et and rarely sit down to eat together. Why not have a drink first? Once this glass goes down, we’ll all be familiar, and then we can be frank, no holding back."
"Cheers to both of you!"
Uncle Long tilted his head back and downed his glass, while Zhang Yang and Wang Jiu exchanged glances, picking up their glasses as well.
It wasn’t about giving face to Uncle Long; it was just that both wanted to keep negotiating, so they had to follow Uncle Long’s lead.
Uncle Long smiled contentedly and spoke again, "Actually, you two don’t need to argue. Your goals are clear; one wants the item, the other wants the person."
"Since that’s the case, why don’t we bring up both the item and the person first?"
Zhang Yang imdiately nodded in agreent, but Wang Jiu refused.
Zhang Yang beca alert, "What do you an by this? Why don’t you let see Xiao Man?"
Wang Jiu calmly replied, "Don’t be nervous, I don’t an anything else. It’s just because I am wary of your skills, Mr. Zhang Yang."
"So before the deal is concluded, I will not let you see Xiao Man."
Zhang Yang said furiously, "So if you put it that way, shouldn’t I also refuse to bring out the Soul Resurrection Grass?"
Wang Jiu shrugged indifferently and said, "That’s up to Mr. Zhang Yang to decide; I won’t force you. As I said, the Qingyi Sect will not initiate any move against Mr. Zhang Yang."
Zhang Yang felt that this woman seed like the type with a belly full of tricks, and nothing she said could be trusted.
Was Xiao Man really brought here? Zhang Yang was now beginning to doubt.
At this ti, Uncle Long noticed the tense atmosphere and picked up his chopsticks, "Co on, eat first, no rush to discuss serious matters."
Zhang Yang didn’t touch his chopsticks because he really couldn’t eat now.
Unexpectedly, the woman stood up proactively and started serving Zhang Yang with food.
"Mr. Zhang Yang, why be so angry? Since I ca today, I naturally ca with sincerity. Actually, the small request I ntioned earlier isn’t excessive."
"As long as Mr. Zhang Yang agrees, I promise not only to return Xiao Man to you but also that we will be friends in the future."
Zhang Yang looked at the food in his bowl and unceremoniously dumped it on the ground.
Wang Jiu’s expression turned icy imdiately. Such a face-slapping gesture is sothing that average people can’t pull off.
Uncle Long was a bit surprised. The volatile nature of youth, perhaps.
But Uncle Long was happy to see such an outco.
Whether the two would tear into each other or continue negotiating, Uncle Long was curious to see.
Uncle Long glanced subconsciously at the ship docked on the pier, but quickly withdrew his gaze.
Then he looked at the two who were at each other’s throats and said, "So are we having the hotpot or not?"
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