"So even now you haven't figured out exactly how your father died."
Chu Ge had no intention of explaining more to him, and he said coldly: "What do you think you can do to me? You can't even get close to me, how do you plan to avenge your father?"
Lin Zhao fell silent, his head hanging down in defeat as he couldn't help but sigh, "If I can't even get close to you, let alone Nangong Sanli!"
"If you cooperate with me, it will be different. With my help, you will definitely have a chance to get close to Nangong Sanli."
Chu Ge spoke solemnly, "But even if you do get close to Nangong Sanli, what then? Are you going to kill him with your own hands? And then you pay with your own life? Then your father's death would be in vain!"
Chu Ge's words struck Lin Zhao's head like a hammer, causing him to be dazed for a while before he slowly lowered his head.
