By the end, Li Deshang's voice was as cold as the bitter winter wind.
He had long suspected that the 'Mountain City' elites were in cahoots with the Chen Residence, sharpening his knife for revenge. Yet, for the sake of some dignity, the final shred of decency, Li Deshang waited for these people to 'come and apologize'.
But looking at it now?
No need.
They had already come to kill him.
If not for his brother Mu Bai's desperate rescue, he would have been done for.
At this point, to continue waiting would truly be waiting for death.
Li Deshang would not do that.
If he did, he could never have become the steward of the 'Mountain City'.
With a grim face, Li Deshang walked out of the 'Drunken Fairy Tower'.
He returned to the yamen.
He needed to meet those 'Mountain City' elites.
Then, to squeeze oil out of them.
Not for him.
For his brother Mu Bai.
Irreversible damage had already occurred, what remained was how to compensate, to minimize the damage.