As the old man's words fell.
The stench of decay suddenly grew heavier, and the air became so viscous it seemed about to freeze.
"You're going too far!"
Seeing the old man press forward step by step without leaving them any room to maneuver.
The mustached man finally snapped.
The little humility and flattery he had forcibly squeezed out earlier shattered completely, replaced by a vicious expression.
"Old Thing."
"You really think the North-South Chamber of Commerce is made of clay?"
"You want us to carry the goods over to you?"
"If we don't, you'll carry over our heads?"
"What a big mouth."
"Aren't you afraid you'll choke on it?"
He slammed his palm viciously onto the rough wooden table, making the cups, plates, and bowls rattle and jump.
"Old Thing!"
"Open those dog eyes of yours and take a good look!"
He took out a token and tossed it onto the table, saying fiercely, "Look carefully. This is the token of the North-South Chamber of Commerce."
"Across the twenty-seven provinces and the nine great thoroughfares."
"Whether the underworld or the legitimate world, whether the northern or southern Supernatural Circle, what force wouldn't give us some respect?"
"Even the major Secret Organizations."
"Without the North-South Chamber of Commerce secretly supplying them with materials."
"They wouldn't be able to take a single step!"
"You really think Tiger Lian Mountain can run wild just because a few tough guys showed up, they got themselves a Great Sir, and occupied some rundown border city?"
"And you dare talk about emptying the Chamber of Commerce's warehouses?"
"Not even the foremost aristocratic families would have the nerve to say something like that!"
"You really think the Chamber of Commerce reached this point."
"Just by making money through harmony?"
The mustached man glared fixedly at the