The white-haired young man slowly picked up the teacup on the table, took a gentle sip, and then drank it all in one go.
Then, under the anxious gaze of Zhao Gusheng, he leisurely poured another cup of tea, looked at him with piercing eyes, and said:
"Surrender."
As soon as he said this, Zhao Gusheng suddenly stood up, full of disbelief,
"What?!"
His face carried anger, showing signs of a slight blush. He had gone through great lengths to find his senior brother, and the final solution was for him to surrender?
Upon hearing this, the white-haired young man waved his hand, "Sit down, sit down. What are you getting so worked up about?"
"You're already an adult. Why are you making such a fuss over a small matter?"
After Zhao Gusheng sat down, his face turned red with anger, and he finished his bowl of strong liquor in one gulp, turning his face away, somewhat blushing.
To have him surrender?
It would be better to kill him directly.
