Lu Chengwen stood in front of another phone, utterly depressed.
Long Aotian sat behind him, his expression dark and sinister, staring fixedly at Lu Chengwen.
Zhao Ritian could afford to be carefree and clueless. He could not.
This was a negotiation, and negotiations required skill, trump cards, and presence.
If it went well, everyone would be happy and get what they needed. If it went badly, the sky would fall and the earth would split.
There was no need to explain how powerful the Tianwu clan was, and the Tang Sect's strength and influence made it a proper colossus as well. Now Tianwu had detained the Young Sect Master of the Tang Sect and demanded ten billion, and this rotten idea had come from Lu Chengwen.
Did he actually understand that no matter how this ended, the Tang Sect would never let him off?
Was this kid insane, squeezing money for Tianwu like this?
Or did Lu Chengwen have his own ideas?
Lu Chengwen sighed. "I don't want to shirk responsibility, but when we were inside the Great Array, I really didn't know the Tang Sect and the Tianwu clan had a grudge."
Tang Wanli glared, his brows knotting in fury. "Every major sect in the Five Central Plains Kingdoms has a grudge against Tianwu, and you're telling me you didn't know something like that!? Your Yan Zhao Sect guaranteed that you would keep my son safe, and now Tianwu has turned hostile and is extorting us, committing vile acts worthy of petty scoundrels, restricting my son's freedom and inflicting unjust punishment on him! Lu Chengwen, how do you intend to answer to me?"
The ancestor said calmly, "Tang Wanli, extortion? Vile acts worthy of petty scoundrels? Back then, even your father wouldn't have dared say such things to my