Chen Xuan put away his phone, his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Liu Mingkong in front of him.
Liu Mingkong wore a smile, "It seems I truly underestimated you, to be able to bring even a dead man back to life, such means, even I must admit my inferiority!"
"What a pity, you are still too foolish, the Eastern King is naturally brutal and harbors wild ambitions. By saving him, you're simply digging your own grave!"
Chen Xuan snorted lightly, "What difference does it make? You people are all from the same nest of rats and snakes!"
Chen Xuan had now completely seen through the nature of these great families from the east, west, south, and north—they were all cold-hearted, malicious, and ruthless. There was not a single good one among them.
Liu Mingkong chuckled lightly, "Perhaps, but hasn't it always been the victor who becomes the king and the defeated the bandit?"
Chen Xuan had no interest in wasting words with Liu Mingkong right then, "Enough, what exactly do you want?"