Actually, there's really nothing much to discuss with this kind of person; it's clear he's just a pawn, and the most useless kind at that.
Fu Shihan chatted for a while and managed to extract the information.
He got up and left the room, where Jiang Cheng and several others were smoking by the door. Upon seeing him, they asked, "Brother Han, how should we deal with this bastard?"
"Let him go."
"Let, let him go?!"
"What else?" Fu Shihan lowered his head to pull out a cigarette, and someone immediately offered him a light.
In the swirling smoke, Fu Shihan lowered his eyelids, concealing the cold gleam in his eyes.
"There's no more valuable information to extract from him; keeping him around would just be a waste of time.
It's been too quiet lately, which feels odd. If I'm not mistaken, the other side is likely brewing something big.
You all should secretly protect Yangyang and Wan God; ignore everything else for now."
