Huo Yuhao couldn’t ask any further. He put himself in their shoes. If he was any of them, he wouldn’t have been able to accept fate.

The malt wine arrived again. Long Xiaoyao gulped down more and more wine. An unhealthy flush surfaced on his face.

The waiter hurriedly said, “Elder Long, drink slower. It’s not good for your body if you drink too quickly.”

Long Xiaoyao shook his head softly. “Take the cup. I’m not drinking anymore. I’ll just sit for a while longer.”

“Alright, no problem. You and your friends can sit as long as you want.” The waiter took the cup away.

Long Xiaoyao opened his eyes once again. He looked at Huo Yuhao and Tang Wutong bitterly. It seemed like his story had ended.

“I owe Xishui. This debt cannot be repaid. That was her first time. I owe Mu En too. I can’t repay my debt to him either. Now, you should know why I’m committing all this evil. I knew that Xishui was killing...