"Yu Meiren, put away your tricks, you are far from enough to kill me." Ye Chenfeng smiled and poured himself a glass of red wine.
Ye Chenfeng continued, "Speaking of killing that damn War God, I alone am enough, don't even need your help to find him. So I have no reason to help you. I'm the stingiest person, I don't do business without profit."
Yu Chisu revealed a pensive look, then smiled charmingly, "That night you must have been looking for something, right? As long as you agree to help me, I will tell you everything I know."
"Ah, you finally hit the nail on the head. In that case, I'll reluctantly agree, as they say, taking a loss is a blessing. Deal." Ye Chenfeng agreed at once.
"Phew!"
Hearing Ye Chenfeng's agreement, Yu Chisu let out a long sigh of relief.
"What do you want to know? I'll tell you now?" Yu Chisu asked.
Ye Chenfeng asked excitedly, "The first thing I want to ask is, where did those seven or eight Tibetan Mastiffs at your place come from?"
