"You're letting me go?" Fu Qingzhu seemed not yet to have recovered from his close brush with death.
After ripping off the ropes, Yang Xiao patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "If I really wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have brought anyone else with me today."
"Also, I can tell you for certain that the thing you mentioned is false, a figment of that damned Sun Buhuan's imagination. If I hear anyone slandering the Patrol Defense Bureau again, don't blame me for not being polite."
Fu Qingzhu immediately understood and promptly agreed, "Of course, that was all Sun Buhuan's speculation, baseless speculation. Let's pretend I never said anything today."
"Good that you understand."
"By the way, Yang, I have something else," Fu Qingzhu's tone suddenly turned serious. "Last time at the Huirong Building, if I remember correctly, you used two Resentful Eyes."