"Don't be afraid. Have you done anything to make you so afraid of me?"

Huang Shaohong didn't feel the slightest murderous aura on Gu Yi's body, and couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, while also smiling bitterly in his heart.

He didn't expect that just now he had played with John Schmidt in the middle of applause, and that one word could determine his life or death. In the blink of an eye, it would be his turn to face this situation.

But this guy let go, lit a cigar for himself, sat down opposite Gu Yi, took a puff, and then calmly said:

"I should have thought a long time ago that I can't hide anything from you!"

Gu Yi put the scroll in his hand aside and casually pointed to his side with his hand, and a mirror space enveloped the entire quiet room.

Huang Shaohong showed a bitter smile on his face and even released the mirror space. Is he about to take action?

At this moment, he was thinking in his mind whether he should use a nuclear bomb to fake death and escape. As long as the Resurrection Ankh flew away, he might still have a chance to escape from Gu Yi.

Gu Yi suddenly smiled and shook his head, picked up the teapot from the table next to him, then took out a tea bowl, poured a cup of tea for Huang Shaohong and handed it over, and said at the same time:

"There's no need to drop a nuclear bomb. I just want to talk to you. As for the mirror space, it's to avoid unnecessary trouble!"

Huang Shaohong was holding the cigar between his teeth, but after Gu Yi said this, his body stiffened and the cigar fell directly from his mouth.

After reacting, he stretched out his hand to copy it, stuffed it back into his mouth, and then asked in surprise: "Can you know what I am thinking?"

Gu Yi shook his head and said: "No, I just see different directions in which things develop. If I want to be detrimental to you, there will only be one result. Am I right?"

Huang Shaohong smiled bitterly and said: "It seems that I have no trump card!"

"Drink tea!" Gu Yi made a gesture of invitation.

Huang Shaohong no longer thought of other means. He probably thought that Gu Yi could also see it. It was completely useless and could only expose more of his trump cards.

He immediately took the cigar with his hand, drank the tea cup in one gulp, and asked directly: "Teacher, I don't understand, what do you mean?"
Chapter completed!