The white-haired old man looked at Su Qinghe with an exceedingly amiable expression, as though he were chatting with an old friend. Yet, the flash of murderous intent deep within his eyes did not escape Su Qinghe's notice.
"Su has no need for the gratitude of rat-headed, tail-hiding scoundrels like you. Where is Yang Dingtian? I know he is nearby, tell him to come out."
Su Qinghe stared fixedly at the white-haired old man. Despite the latter's formidable strength, he showed not a shred of cowardice.
Chapter 245