With Wu Ke's help, the identities of the five members of the Tomb Spirit Organization could be smoothly whitewashed. Given the Wu Family's powerful influence in Hong Kong, no one dared to oppose them.
"Refining Mo is indeed a man of quick actions. Let's drink to this," Wu Ke thought to himself with secret joy. With the aid of the Tomb Spirit Organization, both internally and externally, their goals were within easy reach. He raised his glass high, and both men heartily downed the baijiu in front of them.
"Here, Refining Mo, let's toast to our enjoyable collaboration." Wu Ke put down his glass and extended his hand, gripping it over Refining Mo's black leather glove, underneath which was that ice-cold palm...
"To a delightful collaboration."
"But Mr. Wu, are you really able to go through with it? That is your own nephew after all." Refining Mo put down his glass, pretending to be incredibly doubtful.
