The Last Deal

Five days after the General Ridge Incident. In Rongyang detention centre, interrogation room.

Yuan Shucai, who wore handcuffs and shackles, was brought to the interrogation room by the prison warden. He had been shot in his shoulder and his thigh, which were both bandaged. His face was full of bruises and cuts, long gone was his immortal-like aura. Plus, he was in a listless spirit, and his body drooped, so that he looked even more like an old man in the twilight of his life.

"Taoist priest, hello again. Hehehe..." Zhao Yu took a seat and smiled maliciously, while he greeted him with his hands clasped together before his chest.

Yuan Shucai looked at Zhao Yu in disdain, but kept quiet.