Ronan blinked. After fully digesting the information Blood Demon had laid out, he finally admitted:
This really was an unexpected development.
It was unexpected not only because of Wang Yu's complex and deeply entrenched background, but also because Blood Demon had specifically taken the time to explain it.
Ronan had heard many friends—He Yueyin, Zhang Yingying, Cat's Eye, Bamboo Pole, and others—speak of Wang Yu, all giving him high praise... or rather, treating him with wariness. But in his heart, Ronan had never considered Wang Yu a central figure. Most of his attention had always been focused on the level of Extraordinary Species.
Blood Demon's attitude was, more or less, a reminder to Ronan.
"Wang Yu..." Ronan shifted his gaze from Blood Demon to Takar, wanting a deeper understanding.
Takar had clearly misunderstood Ronan's intentions. He quickly averted his eyes, but while he could avoid Ronan, he could not avoid Blood Demon.
The latter directly reached out, pressed down on Takar's scalp, and forced him to turn his face back. "No need to be afraid. I'm not trying to make things difficult for you. Besides, would making things difficult for you do any good? Be straightforward. You should have the auction catalog on hand, right? Or perhaps the delivery manifest itself?"
The slap on his scalp had pinched all the "hardness" out of Takar. He barely managed to maintain a stiff smile on his tattooed dark face.
"Blood Uncle..."
"Bai Hao retired the year before last. Whether he really retired or was just putting on a show, he definitely wasn't handling matters openly anymore. Haven't you spent the last two years busy kissing that big nephew's ass? You might even be going to show your support tonight."
"I really don't have what it takes to be that man's uncle." There