"A bet is a bet; those are the rules."
Even though letting go wasn't so easy...
Having just walked back from Ghost Gate Pass, Zhou, the bandit, now lifted his head and glanced at Xu Fan, his face filled with resignation.
He was old now, after all, and the world belonged to the younger generation.
"A bet is a bet; from now on, the Zhou Family will not pursue Jianjun's death further. My family will not obstruct your path in any way."
"Xu Fan, you can leave now."
Zhou, the old timer, was protective of his offspring, but he was very principled in moral matters. It seemed, at this point, the feud with his family might well have been resolved.
Now, Xu Fan stood up with a smile and twirled a porcelain cup on the table. "If that's the case, I'm much obliged Mr. Zhou."
"Should Mr. Zhou feel inclined in the future, I would be honored to join you in not returning home until we're thoroughly inebriated."