Qin Ye remained absolutely silent. However, Black Mamba Mythic Spirit didn’t rush his decision in the slightest.

Qin Ye subconsciously played with the wine glass in his hand even as his mind continued to churn with a multitude of thoughts.

What’s the hidden request beneath these words?

What is their true purpose?

He has obviously already found the loopholes in my assertions, and yet he still decided to accede to my requests. Why?

And why did he decide to meet with me in private today?

Qin Ye stared blankly at his own reflection in the wine glass, even as Black Mamba continued to stare curiously at him. Everything was shrouded in mysteries, but he knew that the ripples on the surface concealed the one true purpose that lay beneath.

Just then, something suddenly occurred to him.

No… Perhaps I’m just reading too much into his intentions. What if… I just take things literally?

Wouldn’t they simply be… attempting to please Hell?

As soon as this notion surfaced in his mind, it immediately began to take root and form a whole new perspective in which he was able to interpret Black Mamba Underworld’s present actions. At once, his eyes lit up.

That’s right. That must be it! They must be looking to curry favour with Hell!

They must think that they’d found Hell at its weakest moment! In fact, this is indeed the case, but I’m willing to bet that they can’t even begin to fathom just how weak Hell is right now!

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