Lu Qilin maintained his usual composure, a hint of arrogance in his eyes: "Why would that be difficult? There's no such thing as an insurmountable problem, only people who aren't determined enough! If you've investigated me, it wouldn't be hard to figure out how I rose to power."
Leng Mochen sneered, his lips curling in mockery: "I don't care about any of that! We've always stayed out of each other's way—water from the river never mingles with the well. But if you're planning to make a move on my wife, let me offer you some advice: drop that thought while you still can!"
"Because, no matter what excuse you come up with, you won't be able to convince me! Furthermore, you should already have a good sense of the kind of person I am. If you cross me, I would rather drag us both down than let you off the hook!"
The trump card in his hand might well be the vulnerability Lu Qilin never imagined.
He didn't want to reveal it unless absolutely necessary.
