The Dog Disciple's face is already full of wrinkles. When he frowns, all his features scrunch together, making him resemble an ugly Shar-Pei dog. But Yu Qing doesn't dare to let his gaze linger on his face for even a second. Hearing the Dog Disciple mention killing Qin Hao, Yu Qing's heart trembles, and he quickly collects himself.
The Dog Disciple then says, "But we need to carefully plan how to eliminate this trouble. Even Blood Shadow Hand Lu Xiao fell into his hands. This Qin Hao is far more formidable than you imagine!"
"Yu Qing, you underestimated him. Remember, this is your last chance to make a mistake."
Yu Qing nods repeatedly and then asks, "So, sir, what do you mean, how should we deal with him?"
The Dog Disciple grins, letting out a dark laugh, and then says, "I already have a plan. There's a comic convention this weekend, and I've set up a fatal trap for him there. All you need to do is find a way to lure him to the convention."
"Lure him into the trap?"
