Yang Fei put on a stern face: "I don't want to!"
King Doer was immediately surprised.
"Why not?"
Yang Fei didn't even turn his head, looking at the golden wine in the tall goblet.
"Because if I want to know, I will get into a big pile of trouble."
"I'm a lazy person, so from the beginning, I didn't want to know."
King Doer was taken aback, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"Good, good, you are really an interesting person."
Yang Fei chuckled, picked up the glass on the table: "I'm just a drunkard."
King Doer raised his glass to toast Yang Fei.
"This matter, whether you want to or not, you have to know."
"Because it concerns the life and death of countless strong humans in the Doomsday Prison."
"If you want to regain your freedom, some things must be done."
Yang Fei drained his glass and a chill flickered in his eyes.
"Tell me then, what's the matter?"
King Doer's face suddenly became very strange.
He seemed to be slightly scared and somewhat bewildered.
