Before he could even finish speaking, Long Jiao cut him off directly from the other end of the line. "Old Master, the only thing I can guarantee is that she stays alive. As for how she lives, what state she exists in, or what kind of condition she's in—that I cannot promise! Anyone who falls into my hands and is still allowed to breathe owes it entirely to my utmost mercy!" Long Jiao's words sounded somewhat brazen, but he was simply a man of such blind self-confidence.
Hearing this, a look of worry crossed Old Master Meng's face. It wasn't that he didn't want to vent his anger on Peng Sen's woman and child; rather, he simply wanted to keep them under his own control. He intended to say more, but the line was already preparing to hang up. "Don't be upset, Old Master. Look, it's getting late. I've heard that old folks shouldn't stay up late—it's bad for the health. You really should get some rest early. I won't disturb you any longer!" With that, Long Jiao hung up the phone.
After the call ended, a trace of anger flashed across Old Master Meng's face, which quickly gave way to a faint smile. He placed the receiver back on the landline and remarked with a sigh, "That brat is as slippery as an eel—you can't even get a grip on him!"
Chapter 90