Yang Yan held his wine glass.
"I have no grudge or vendetta against them, so why do they try to kill me?
I think, if they're going to kill anyone, they'd be better off killing you first!" he said softly, looking at the young man.
The young man paused in the middle of gnawing at a beast leg.
He swallowed the meat in his mouth, looking puzzled.
"Why would they want to kill me?"
Yang Yan gestured to the beast leg in the young man's hand.
"You casually join the table and freely eat the dishes I bought,
and I haven't even blamed you!
Otherwise, your head would already be off!
And your ease in mooching food suggests it's not your first time.
You must have angered quite a few people in Life and Death City!
So if they want to kill someone, it should definitely be you first!"
His words made the young man snort softly.
"How is that possible? I have countless friends in Life and Death City and great relations.
They all treat me with respect!
They won't kill me!
But you!
