"How did you get your information?" Qin San Lang gripped the dagger in his hand tightly, still pointing the tip at Ah Ji's neck from behind. "Who exactly did you ally with in Da Rong?"
Ah Ji paused slightly, then couldn't help turning to look at Qin San Lang. This Young Marquis had a face that didn't match his thoughts at all, but his eyes—deep and sharp—aligned perfectly with his mind.
After scrutinizing Qin San Lang for a moment, Ah Ji chuckled, but it was just a light laugh, and he didn't take the bait of Qin San Lang's words, well aware that it was a trap.
"Ah Ji has his own sources of information, but these channels cannot be disclosed. Young Marquis understands these rules, so please don't make things difficult for Ah Ji."
When Ah Ji said this, he consistently referred to himself as Ah Ji, not using 'Ning someone,' telling Qin San Lang and the others that his visit and the sources of his information had nothing to do with the Ning Family.
