"Assassinate Chu Ge?"
Duan Shaojie's eyes widened as he looked at Ghost-faced Man. "You're not joking, right? Chu Ge is the pinnacle of Postnatal Martial Artists, not to mention the battle over the lake where he even slew the Middle-stage Innate Shi Wanwang. You're asking me, a mere commoner, to join you in killing such a monster who has transcended humanity. How is this any different from sending me to my death?"
"Hmph, you people always lack foresight. Do you really think Chu Ge is invincible and that no one can deal with him?"
Ghost-faced Man sneered, and since Duan Shaojie didn't show any obvious resistance, he took it as a sign of acquiescence. He didn't prepare to make another move but simply dragged a chair over and sat down in front of Duan Shaojie.
When he said this, Ghost-faced Man's head shook slightly. If he removed the mask, one could see the smug look on his face.
"What do you mean by that?" Duan Shaojie glanced subtly towards a corner and then probed.