I smiled inwardly and thought, *No wonder he's from the Shengtu family—and a purebred Tibetan mastiff at that. Even in a situation like this, he hadn't forgotten to bite his opponent. Then again, the Shengtu family truly had the capital to bite people. After all, who told them that Shengtu Hao's military ability stood head and shoulders above the other three emperors'?
He simply had a knack for stirring up trouble. Besides, no matter how well he treated the other three families, he could never really become close enough with them to call one another brothers. Deliberately provoking discord was therefore the smartest move. He couldn't beat me, but that didn't mean I wouldn't help him. The intelligence report had said that Shengtu Yu possessed the substance of a second Little Zhou Yu, and it wasn't wrong. This kid was indeed far superior to Beihu Ao.
But even if Beihu Ao was a little too hotheaded, it didn't matter much to me—or even to the Beihu family. This was a place where merchants gathered, and it didn't need a manager who was overly soft and yielding. A personality that addressed matters directly could actually win the merchants' support more easily, which was a factor in its success. After all, who would dare do profitable business with the Shengtu family?
The Shengtu family's blades had been washed in blood.
"I never said that, did I? Has Emperor Beihu misunderstood?" Shengtu Yu looked at Emperor Beihu in shock, cupping his hands with an apologetic expression. In truth, he had already achieved his goal, so why waste his breath? Let the others stew in their discomfort.
Beihu Ao was furious. He was just about to sneer a few more times, but he hesitated, having suddenly remembered that I was standing right beside him.