After a struggle of thought, Xu Zhiyuan called off his men's attack and began to respond to Zuo Xingyun, "Zuo Xingyun, I admit defeat. I just couldn't swallow the indignity from before. Let's call it quits, turn the page, and from now on, have nothing to do with each other."
Zuo Xingyun sneered, "We could have been unrelated, but now, that's not possible. You killed my men, and you think that's the end of it? Impossible!"
Xu Zhiyuan didn't think the death of Old Black was that serious, "I admit Old Black was your best assassin, and his death is a pity, but do you need to bear such grudge for an assassin to the point of life and death with me? If you kill me, how will you face the Xu Family in the future? Even if our friendship is gone, what about your friendship with my dad?"
A person who hated his own father to the extreme was now, in order to save his life, bringing up the dead, truly hypocritical.
Xu Zhiyuan had never been a good person; he was a complete hypocrite!