Third Uncle, there shouldn't be anything to worry about. Your strength can crush Bart," someone else at the meeting said.
Wu Jinchang nodded at that. "That may be true, but who knows what other special tricks that little bastard has? More importantly, just beating him and taking that bit of money won't ease the hatred in my heart!"
Everyone knew that unless they added some special terms, there was no way to beat Bart to death in one blow.
The others had some ideas, but they were not in a position to say them aloud—for example, wagering their lives.
Wu Jinchang had naturally thought of that as well, but he lacked confidence. Bart had kept demonstrating strength that was far too formidable.
Moreover, the bastard had possessed such strength all along yet kept it hidden behind Camouflage. He was clearly insidious, shameless, and cunning.
In other words, Wu Jinchang did not quite dare to propose wagering their lives. He knew who he was and what position he held, and he knew who Bart was and what position Bart held.
The meeting reached a deadlock. The Wu Family's Clan Leader was getting annoyed. It had been Wu Jinchang, the third brother, who brought this up in the first place. He had set his sights on Bart's assets and on his means of producing Ultra-High Temperature Material.
The family had already hired assassins and posted a huge bounty in the underworld.
Yet Wu Jinchang had insisted on personally wading into this mess. Now that Bart had put him over the fire, he had called everyone together to come up with a solution.
But as Clan Leader, there was nothing he could do. The conflicts among the various factions within the family were already severe enough.
"Third Brother, how about we pool together