Sang Luo waved her hand in impatience.
"No need to worry, Duan Jingwen's last two henchmen have been taken out by Xiu's men. My son... is still too green. He would never expect that I would discover Duan Jingwen's whereabouts before he did. Duan Jingwen now finds himself isolated and unable to rally support, but he still has more than enough control over a woman. If he dares to blow this up, it must be because he's tired of living!"
When the snipe and the clam grapple, it's the fisherman who profits.
While Lan Xiu and Duan Jingwen were playing a game of cat and mouse, she, the cobra lying in wait in the darkness, was always ready to strike.
She leveraged Lan Xiu's power to locate Duan Jingwen.
It was to ensure that, should the situation spiral out of control, there would still be a desperate piece to command.
