"You just said you were here on behalf of the Inhumans?" Aaron looked at the two of them with a half-smile. "Now you can tell me what you want."
Gordon turned his skin-covered eyes toward Leena, looking as though he wanted to speak but hesitated.
He was only a guard and was not good at handling this sort of situation. Jiaying had entrusted Leena with the right to negotiate.
Leena's expression shifted uncertainly, and for a moment, she did not know how to begin.
She had originally been full of confidence in these negotiations. Based on the conversation between Aaron and Ultron that she had seen, she had been completely certain she could seize the initiative.
But who could have expected things to develop like this?
It would have been one thing if her threat had failed, but he had even turned it around and set a trap for her.
She had lived for over twenty years and had never suffered such a loss, yet she had no one to complain to.
She did not know that Aaron had also wiped cold sweat from his heart. Luckily, it was a weakling like Leena who had learned his identity. He did not take the Inhumans seriously at all, which was why he could turn the threat back on them.
What leverage the Inhumans had on him was fundamentally unimportant. What mattered was that unless they had the resolve to perish together, that leverage could not threaten him.
Most importantly, the fish would certainly die, while the net might not break.
But if the representative of another faction had come instead—say, mages, demons, or Angel—then he might have needed a different attitude.
He definitely would not accept threats, but running away would require time to prepare!
"Are you two entertaining yourselves by