"What do you mean?" Wild's gaze slightly lowered, fixing on He Ao.
"I just want to say," He Ao restrained his smile and calmly spoke, "The intelligence agency doesn't seem as safe as you've described, and concerning those involved with the Evil God,"
He turned his eyes, glanced at the white-robed figure in the darkness, and insinuated slowly, "They usually die quite miserably."
Wild's gaze lowered, without directly responding to He Ao's words, and said directly, "So you're going to refuse me?"
"You really seem quite confident," He Ao smirked slightly, slowly speaking, "When did you have the illusion that I would agree."
Wild's face turned completely dark, "I didn't expect the Western Lion, known for his maturity and prudence, to resort to such sarcastic words. Don't you think it's too childish, like a child's trick?"
"And you, a young man, getting angry over a few words," He Ao calmly looked at him, "How does that show your caliber?"
