Night's Elegance
Scaring people was always a delicate art.
In fact, Chief Yuan had done quite well up to this point.
But concern had gotten the better of her, and she was still a little anxious.
Grantham's attitude had indeed seemed a little evasive, but in Fu Qian's opinion, it was still within the normal range.
Yuan Shan herself had said that, unlike ordinary extraordinary races, the bloodline hierarchy among vampires was far more pronounced.
So it was normal for them to be somewhat more steadfast in carrying out certain established goals.
In fact, that was probably one reason they had lasted a thousand years.
Grantham's attitude might have been ambiguous, but one thing was absolutely certain: they didn't dare directly oppose the Night Watchers.
And that meant the final result of applying Extreme Pressure would definitely be their capitulation and the collapse of their plan.
If things didn't develop in that direction, the only reason would be that the pressure hadn't been extreme enough.
That was also why Fu Qian had recommended the worst-case option.
Though crude and straightforward, it was unquestionably the best way to instantly ratchet up the pressure.
There would be no room for doubt or luck. They would be putting their resolve right in the other party's face.
Unfortunately, Chief Yuan clearly couldn't bring herself to do that, and had ultimately chosen a compromise.
In any case, now that they'd applied pressure, the other side might hesitate, grow suspicious, or even take a risk depending on the circumstances, but they wouldn't go so far as to directly oppose them.
"You mean that Grantham might still believe I'll kill Embo tomorrow?"
After hearing Fu Qian's analysis, Yuan Shan seemed thoughtful.
"We."
Fu Qian emphasized the word and pointed at Su Gao.
"Grantham knows you, but he