She shook her head and said, "The God of Death is too powerful. At least with my current strength, it is not enough to capture him alive or kill him. Unless the entire power of the Nanyan organization is divided, it is possible to capture him."

"Sister Zhao, you also know the power of the God of Death. Tonight is his weakest time. If you don't take the opportunity to catch him, there will be no store after passing through this village. You must not miss the opportunity and you will never come again. So I suggest to explore the God of Death's room at night." I narrowed my eyes and said firmly.

"Wang Hao, you are crazy. You have just escaped from the clutches of the god of death. You have to be delivered to the door automatically now. I don't agree." Zhao Wen disagreed.

"Sister Zhao, it was because we all thought that the God of Death had drunk the medicine, but the fact was that he was affected, and judging from all the signs, he was quite affected, so I suggest visiting the God of Death's room at night." I said.

Zhao Wen stared at me for a few seconds, frowned slightly, and asked, "Wang Hao, how likely do you think is to succeed?"

"More than 60 percent." I dare not say all the words.

"Sixty percent? You are taking risks with our lives." Zhao Wen said to me.

"Sister Zhao, nothing can be 100% sure of anything, just like you thought that it would be 100% possible to kill Death God tonight, but what's the result? So, everything is unexpected. I think there is a 60% chance of success. We should give it a try. After all, the winning side is greater than the losing side." I persuaded Zhao Wen, because if I were the only one, I would not dare to go to Death's room at all. Even if Death is weak, I would not be able to subdue it by myself.

"No, it's too dangerous!" Zhao Wen disagreed.

"Sister Zhao, think about it carefully, don't be too busy to refuse, anything is dangerous. Death is not a god, but also a person with two shoulders against one head. Since medicine can even medicine and medicine pour a scalper, even if he doesn't faint immediately, he will definitely be affected more or less. Maybe after he returns to the room, he can't hold on and falls on the bed and becomes confused." I said.

"He may be fine, so I don't agree." Zhao Wen was very stubborn. I once again doubted her as the head of Jiangbei, Nanyan. Such an indecisive boss would miss many opportunities in vain.

"The Nanyan organization seems very unreliable." I thought to myself, and then continued to persuade Zhao Wen. Because judging from all the signs, tonight may be the weakest night for the God of Death. He must have been affected by the medicine. As for how big the impact is, no one knows, so I can only bet, but I think we have a great chance of winning, so I try my best to instigate Zhao Wen to agree to visit the God of Death's room at night.

Ring...

Just as I was arguing with Zhao Wen, her cell phone ringing again.
Chapter completed!