To be fair, compared with Han Hui, who had spent years building up his position in this field fair and square, Chen Xingzhou's move was ultimately a risky gambit, with more than a hint of deliberately picking a fight.
But so what?
Just because East City could do business across the world, did that mean Haizhou could not? Just because Han Hui could be a representative, did that mean he could not? East City alone was allowed to make a fortune while Haizhou deserved to beg for scraps?
Besides, they were all Wild Bazaars. Why waste so many words?
Why not just fight a life-and-death struggle and be done with it?!
But unlike the others, how could a shrewd old fox like Chen Xingzhou possibly behave like those petty fools who puffed themselves up the moment they got carried away, heedless of whether they would live to see tomorrow?
Seeking his own death was hardly his style. He had always believed in planning before acting, cautious and meticulous to the extreme. Otherwise, he could never have secretly linked up the alliance across the southeastern region and landed the first punch squarely on Han Hui's face.
"...If you dared to strike, that means you were confident you could win."
"The standard for winning and losing is simply different."
Chen Xingzhou spoke calmly. "As long as I survive, I win. If he can't kill me, then he loses."
As long as he could hold together the framework of the Southeast Chamber of Commerce Alliance, he would naturally have the qualifications to stand on equal footing with Han Hui. No matter how bedraggled or humiliating it became, it would still count as his victory—a huge victory, at that!
But if Han Hui could not completely erase both Chen Xingzhou and that framework in