"You want to play games with me? Before we start, you better weigh your worth carefully. I’m not going to say much. Time’s about right, and I need to go back to my wife now. Old Miao, this is all on you—don’t blame me for your self-inflicted ruin. You destroyed the friendship I forged with Miao Wu when I took the fall for her back then. Since you and your grandson are so unwilling to show your faces, let it stay that way forever."
As he spoke, his smile bloomed, dazzlingly beautiful. But don’t be deceived by his captivating expression—his tone was ice-cold to an extreme.
Nangong Jin was exactly this kind of person, one who smiled like a spring breeze, enough to captivate hearts, but whose presence instilled bone-deep fear.
Moreover, he enjoyed playing games. Even in situations like this, he appeared approachable and easygoing, but the reality was far from it.
The brighter the smile, the more toxic it becomes—just like the seductive Mandala flower, intoxicating yet dripping with venom. Fatal, absolutely fatal.
"No, Lord Jin, please!" Old Miao shivered uncontrollably. The situation had turned around far too quickly. What he had believed to be a guaranteed victory had suddenly flipped into a crushing defeat—he was utterly caught off guard.
He tried to step forward again, but several burly men stopped him instantly. He couldn’t even get close to Nangong Jin. Then, the cold, unyielding barrel of a gun was aimed squarely at his head.
His mouth was covered, silencing him completely; he couldn’t make a single sound.
Nangong Jin ceased his smile, tilting his head slightly to glance at Old Miao. His long, elegant fingers moved just a little, and Xiaowu immediately stepped forward to light a cigarette for him.
Then, Nangong Jin curled his lips into a faint smile, exhaled a luxurious smoke ring with practiced ease, and began to speak in a slow but icily frigid tone: "The tale of the farmer and the snake; I learned it as a child, but rarely have I seen it playing out firsthand. You pulling this stunt on me—it actually caught me by surprise. But Old Miao, mark my words: the me from ten years ago and the me now are two entirely different people. You think you can play with me? You’re simply unworthy. Killing isn’t my preference; I resolve what I can. But you’ve forced my hand today. To keep you alive is to endanger my wife, and while you may threaten me, you will never gamble with her safety. Remember this: dragons have reverse scales—touch them, and you will surely die."

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