Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

"White Wolf".

"Well, I'm here."

"You knew I was going to silence you, yet you still helped me kill the other three. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you too?"

"The boss has his reasons for doing things, and I trust him." White Wolf followed Sima Yan into a deep tunnel, staring at Sima Yan's graceful figure with a calm expression, but his gaze contained burning passion and admiration.

Sima Yan had a vague feeling about it and turned to look at him: "You're peeking at my butt."

White Wolf blushed and turned his head to say, "No, boss, you're walking ahead, it would be hard for me not to see you."

Sima Yan glanced at him, then slapped him across the face, making the white wolf take a step back: "White Wolf, watch your eyes and stop having such improper thoughts, or I'll turn you into a blind wolf."

Upon hearing this, White Wolf quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "Yes, boss, I understand."

Sima Yan gave the white wolf a cold look.

The only reason the white wolf is still alive is because he is more loyal than the other three.

She was about to silence the white wolf, the machete, the butcher, and the axe.

The white wolf actually killed the other three for her.

To be honest, it was quite unexpected for her, but she also found it very interesting.

Who wouldn't like such a loyal subordinate? Who would be willing to kill him? So Sima Yan showed mercy and let Bai Lang go, keeping him by his side as a capable assistant in the future.

After passing through a long, dark tunnel and several portals, we finally arrived at an underground palace.

The palace was brightly lit, and there were fierce-level zombies standing guard everywhere.

These extremely powerful zombies all stood there with their eyes closed, at least twenty or thirty of them.

The white wolf looked surprised and curious, and slowly followed behind Sima Yan.

Sima Yan said calmly, "From now on, whatever you see or hear, keep it all to yourself and don't mention it to anyone. Otherwise, I won't be able to save your life."

Upon hearing this, White Wolf asked curiously, "Boss, from what you're saying, we're here to meet a big shot?"

Sima Yan chuckled lightly: "No, I just brought you here to meet our behind-the-scenes boss."

As he spoke, Sima Yan arrived at an altar, placed one hand on it and poured his magic power into it. As the altar lit up with brilliant golden light, a void golden projection appeared on it.

Sima Yan clasped his hands and bowed: "Boss Ma, everything has been taken care of, leaving no trace."

"Yes, you're reliable, I've always trusted you." As Ma Dalang spoke, his gaze shifted to the white-haired stranger behind Sima Yan: "Who is he?"

Sima Yan smiled slightly: "He is Bai Lang, my newly recruited assistant. He is very trustworthy. I brought him here specifically to show you and let him know who we are working for."

Ma Dalang narrowed his eyes: "You believe him, but I don't. Kill him."

Sima Yan faced Bai Lang and helplessly spread his hands: "You heard that, Boss Ma doesn't believe you. Then I'm sorry, even if I wanted to keep you by my side to serve me, it's impossible. Bai Lang, you should kill yourself."

White Wolf had never met Ma Dalang. Given his status and social circle in the Sword Tower, let alone meeting Ma Dalang, he couldn't even get a glimpse of Ma Dalang's steward, no matter how much he begged.

However, he had already gleaned some clues from their conversation and realized that the boss wasn't the real boss. The real boss was the behind-the-scenes boss, and even the boss couldn't disobey the behind-the-scenes boss's decisions.

“Boss…” White Wolf struggled, his expression a mixture of love and shame. He hesitated, wanting to say something to Sima Yan, but seemed to lack the courage to speak. In the end, he gritted his teeth, reached out and summoned his own life palace, deciding to shatter it and commit suicide: “Boss wants me to die, so I will die. Boss, take good care of yourself from now on.”

White Wolf clenched his fist, and his life palace emitted a brilliant blue light, about to explode and dissipate in an instant. However, Sima Yan suddenly reached out and placed his hand on the back of White Wolf's hand, and said calmly, "Alright, are you really stupid or just pretending? Boss Ma is testing your loyalty and whether you are trustworthy. He doesn't really intend to kill you."

Ma Dalang, hands on his hips, laughed loudly: "Interesting, Sima Yan, you've got some skills, haven't you? I never thought that a pervert like you would have people who are loyal to you. This is truly an eye-opener for me."

Upon hearing this, Sima Yan remained calm and composed, smiling but saying nothing.

After the two sides ended their communication, Sima Yan and Bai Lang settled down in the underground palace.

This is an extremely secluded place; outsiders would have to go through at least three teleportation portals to get in.

It's safest for them to hide here and avoid trouble.

Even if someone manages to track them down here, they can quickly leave the underground palace through the teleportation portal.

The powerful zombies and formations guarding this place will attack the invaders, giving them enough time to evacuate.

Over the centuries, Ma Dalang built countless similar secret hideouts, wherever he went. Almost every hideout contained a laboratory and some of the experimental results.

Sima Yan arrived here because Ma Dalang had given her the coordinates beforehand. Now, apart from Ma Dalang, no one else in the world knows where Sima Yan and Bai Lang are or where they are hiding.

White Wolf was busy in the kitchen when he asked, "Boss, who exactly is this Boss Ma?"

Sima Yan sat at the table, drinking his wine, and smiled slightly: "You should have heard of Young Master Ma of Sword Tower, but it's normal that you haven't seen him. He hasn't shown his face in public for many years."

White Wolf suddenly turned around, his face full of surprise and uncertainty: "Boss, you're saying he's Young Master Ma?"

Sima Yan picked up his chopsticks and ate the food casually, then casually praised, "The food is pretty good. You'll be in charge of my meals from now on. By the way, did you choose the wrong profession? With your skills, you'd be better off as a chef than a gangster."

Upon hearing this, Bai Lang knew that Sima Yan did not want to continue discussing Boss Ma, so he tacitly chose not to delve into it further. Because there were certain things that the boss felt he should know, he would definitely know; if he insisted on knowing things he shouldn't know, there would only be one outcome: death.

He chuckled and continued working on the ingredients: "Boss, have you ever thought that maybe I couldn't make it as a chef, so I went into the gang? Otherwise, who would want to join some damn gang?"

Sima Yan said with interest, "Oh, tell me what happened. I'm bored anyway. If you don't mind, tell me your exciting story and see how a chef fell into the life of a gangster boss."

White Wolf lowered his head and poured the ingredients into the wok, stirring them continuously: "Boss, stop teasing me. I'm not a gangster boss. I'm just someone who was forced by life to beg for food, and I ended up on this path by some twist of fate."

Sima Yan took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "Tell me, how did things turn out this way by a twist of fate?"

It didn't matter what kind of person White Wolf was or what his past was like before, since he was just a disposable tool to be killed after use. But now it's different. Since we plan to keep him by our side, it's necessary to know.

White Wolf focused on cooking, a hint of reminiscence appearing on his face: "When I was a child, I used to help my parents set up a stall in the old town. Because of our good skills, we had a lot of regular customers, and we were always busy during mealtimes."

"I don't know if I inherited my parents' talent, but I learned to stir-fry when I was eight years old. Sometimes when they are too busy, I can lend a hand. Regular customers even say that my skills are better than my parents'."

"It was really tiring back then, but it was also really happy and fulfilling. My parents planned to work from dawn till dusk for a few years and then take over a small shop to open a small restaurant so they wouldn't have to set up a stall on the street anymore."

"Unfortunately, there is no place for kind people in this world. The kinder and more honest you are, the more you will be bullied."

White Wolf sighed, "Alas, when I was ten years old, the Viper Gang made outrageous demands, wanting to raise the protection fee to 50% of the profits. This was practically driving my family to our doom."

“My father couldn’t afford such a high protection fee. He just wanted to discuss it with the Viper Gang, but he was beaten seriously by the Viper Gang. He didn’t die, but he was paralyzed in bed and passed away less than two years later.”

“The people from the Viper Gang who were involved in injuring my father have been sentenced to five years of hard labor.”

“My mother raised me alone from the age of twelve. Even if she didn’t eat or drink, she would support me to study and learn to read, because she said that if you don’t know how to read, you won’t even have the chance to become a cultivator.”

Sima Yan nodded repeatedly, tilted his head back and drank the wine in one gulp, and said, "Your mother is right. You don't have to study, but you have to be able to read. Otherwise, you won't understand even the simplest cultivation manual placed in front of you."

White Wolf's mood was somewhat low: "When I was eighteen, those lowlife bastards from the Viper Gang came to collect protection money again, but this time they came for revenge and wanted my family to compensate them for their losses."

Sima Yan paused, holding his wine glass. "Uh, weren't they supposed to compensate your family for their losses?"

White Wolf plated the food from the pot and put it on the table, saying with a smile, "They said that because my father caused them to serve five years in prison, which resulted in them earning less money and suffering a lot, they want our family to pay 500,000 yuan in compensation."

"I was already an adult then, young and hot-blooded. I thought, when I was little, you bullied my family and killed my dad. Now that I'm grown up, you're still bullying my family. Damn it, this is too much. In a fit of anger, I grabbed a kitchen knife and started hacking. I hacked those thugs until they were crying for their parents and ran away with their heads in their hands."

"This scar on my face is from back then." White Wolf pointed to a fishhook-like scar on his face and said with a smile, "However, the Viper Gang's underlings lost face, so naturally they won't let me off easily."

"The next day I was arrested and taken to another gang. I thought I was going to die, but the leader of the Viper Gang thought I had some guts and ruthlessness and wanted to take me in as a subordinate. When I refused, I was hacked to pieces and fed to the dogs. So I had no choice but to agree, and that's how I started to join a gang."

Sima Yan smiled and said, "And then?"

White Wolf sat down at the table, poured himself a glass of wine, and downed it in one gulp: "Then I started to struggle in the gang. Because I could read, I also had the opportunity to start cultivating. I climbed up step by step, eliminating my rivals one by one. Finally, the gang leader was assassinated by a rival gang while he was having a romantic time with a few prostitutes in a bathhouse."

"Afterwards, I avenged the gang leader. Relying on the connections, territory, and subordinates I had cultivated over the years, I successfully became the leader of the Viper Gang and changed the gang's name, until..."

Sima Yan smiled and said, "You met me?"

White Wolf pursed his lips and smiled slightly: "Who says otherwise? If I hadn't met the boss, I would still be the leader of the White Wolf Gang, and I might have been assassinated by a rival gang one day."

Sima Yan smiled and patted Bai Lang's arm with her slender hand: "Bai Lang, don't call me boss anymore, because I'm just an employee. I won't pay you wages. If you want wages, you have to ask Boss Ma. He's your boss, understand?"

White Wolf said seriously, "Money is certainly important. Without it, even daily cultivation would be a problem. But I'm not following you for the money. I just want to work under you and only recognize you as my boss. No matter how powerful Boss Ma is, it has nothing to do with me. I only listen to you. He pays me, and I only listen to you."

Sima Yan clicked his tongue: "Alright, then please stop staring at my butt and chest from now on. If you're really short of women, I'll find you a few high-class prostitutes to keep you company and pass the time. Just don't keep staring at me. Your gaze really bothers me. We're not a good match, and it's impossible, understand?"

White Wolf: "..." Is it that obvious?

White Wolf hesitated, then said, "Why is it inappropriate? And why is it impossible...?"

Sima Yan stood up and pointed at the white wolf: "Shut up, or I'll beat you up."

After speaking, Sima Yan walked towards his room, but halfway there he turned back, picked up the wine and food from the table and carried them back. Bai Lang stared blankly at the empty table.

White Wolf was a little confused. He scratched his head for a long time but couldn't figure out why. He had a scar on his face but was still considered handsome. His cultivation level was also respectable. In terms of feelings, they had been together for a long time and had a good understanding of each other's personalities. The boss had never had any contact with any other men and had always been single.

Since neither of them is married, why can't they be together? Why can't they just be together?

White Wolf couldn't figure it out no matter what, his hair was already a mess: "God, can someone teach me how to pursue a woman, especially such a difficult woman? I don't understand, I don't understand at all!"

Sima Yan carried the food back to her room and poured herself a drink. She didn't care whether Bai Lang was a man or a woman. She was bisexual and had no preference for either. However, she found Bai Lang boring. He was as obedient as a dog and couldn't give her any fresh, exciting, or wonderful life experiences, so she really didn't feel anything for him.

What she wanted to know more about now was Zhou Qingfeng's expression. With her methodical and meticulous cleaning, all traces had been completely eliminated, leaving Zhou Qingfeng helpless.

Sima Yan poured himself a drink, and thinking about the situation Zhou Qingfeng was about to face, he suddenly smiled and said, "Hehe, this is fun. I really hope I can go back to the Sword Tower and meet Zhou Silang now. There aren't many opportunities to see him get his comeuppance."