Green Mountain

In the quiet chamber of the inner prison, Lord Jin Zhu crushed the wine cup in his hand, letting the shards of blue and white glaze pierce his palm, drawing blood.

He slowly unclenched his fist, allowing porcelain fragments mixed with fresh blood to fall onto the table, "Dr. Chen, the Spy Department has never been a benevolent place. When outsiders call us arrogant and domineering, cruel, and vicious, I never argue because that’s what we are. Whether it’s me or Yun Yang and Jiao Tu, we must first climb over the corpses of our colleagues before we can step on others’ bones for vengeance."

Lord Jin Zhu took a white cloth from the Eight Immortals table to wipe the blood from his hand, speaking methodically, "So whether you resent or hate me, you can only speak when you have reached my position. Don’t worry, I won’t block your promotion, as long as you can help me annihilate the Liu Family, our promise will always hold."

Chen Ji earnestly said, "Lord Jin Zhu, I can understand you."

Lord Jin Zhu replied calmly, "You do not understand."

However, Chen Ji truly understood.

He knew what it felt like to seek vengeance for one’s parents; first, you had to turn yourself into a madman, and then wallow endlessly in a world of paranoia, with no release.

After a moment of contemplation Chen Ji said, "Lord Jin Zhu, I can help you seek revenge."

The next second, Lord Jin Zhu’s demeanor changed, and he smiled warmly, "That’s good, that’s very good."

He stood on the chair to undo Chen Ji’s iron chains, then supported Chen Ji to sit down and passed him chopsticks and a wine cup, "As long as you are willing to help me, then you are like a brother to me."

Within the Spy Department, everyone was like a madman, quick to change faces; as long as there were mutual benefits, past grievances could be temporarily put aside.