C511 The Trump Card
Su Yu's lips quirked into a faint smile.
He was fairly confident—about an 80% chance—that this endeavor would succeed.
The bait he had dangled was, after all, the very thing that person held in highest regard.
And as luck would have it, his adversary was still in the dark about who had bested him.
He was unaware of the identity of the individual he admired most.
Yet