But Clementi had no choice but to admit it.
The other party had seen through the predicament he and the Clementi Family were in.
They had banked on him paying compensation.
Otherwise, the Kiryu Group could afford to fight, but the Clementi Family could not afford a war of attrition.
Helpless, Clementi had no choice but to compromise.
"All right. What kind of compensation do you want? Let's hear it."
Kiryu Baima wore a cheeky grin. To Clementi, that face looked more and more punchable the longer he looked at it.
"Now that's straightforward. No wonder you're the head of the Clementi Family."
The two sides then spent quite some time haggling back and forth.
They finally settled all the details.
Kiryu Baima stood up in satisfaction.
He buttoned his suit jacket.
Then he extended a hand toward Clementi. "Mr. Clementi, I've seen the sincerity of your gang."
Clementi smiled along with him.
But his smile was nowhere near as carefree as Kiryu Baima's.
To be fair, the compensation Kiryu Baima had demanded was not excessive. It was entirely within the Clementi Family's ability to bear.
It was just that the other party had taken advantage of the situation to make demands. Being extorted made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
But he had no choice.
To put it bluntly, the Kiryu Group was not their ally.
The two sides were merely in a transactional relationship.
No matter how uncomfortable Clementi felt, he could only swallow his resentment and accept it.
Facing Kiryu Baima's outstretched hand, Clementi hesitated for a moment.
In the end, he still shook hands with him.
Yet inwardly, he despised him and wished the bastard would hurry up and die.
Pfft—
A section of crimson blade burst out through Kiryu Baima's chest.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
Kiryu Baima froze