"So, has Gulad made up its mind?"
Faced with a battle of wits worthy of a supposedly dead man, Fu Qian had to admit it was astonishing to watch. But the crux was still the motive behind it.
Taylor's hatred of the Great Fortune Ming King was beyond doubt, but it wasn't enough to give him the room to pull off something like this.
Don't forget, it had already been made clear that he'd discussed the prediction that "the Great Fortune Ming King will come" with his family.
In other words, there was a very good chance that another familiar face, Grantham, knew about it.
And the Great Fortune Ming King's philosophy of grafting limbs had been laid out the very first time he met Taylor.
Taken together, it was almost impossible that Grantham, Gulad's representative in Shangjing, didn't know that the Great Fortune Ming King was backed by the Rebirth Club.
In that case, the question wasn't whether he would show up, or even what kind of trap to set. It was what this act itself meant.
Was Gulad, one of the Blood Clan's branches, prepared to take on a top-tier organization?
"Of course. That act you put on earlier was all a sham. Sparring with someone was just an excuse."
Taylor responded to the pointedly threatening question with the poise of a man of stature, entirely unruffled.
"You've always known how to weigh the risks and benefits, and you're hiding some ulterior motive. As for your question—"
Still sneering, Taylor pointed at his own head.
"Don't mistake the Blood Clan for fools. You were the ones who made the first move. At a time like this, do you really think my family would be so naïve as to believe that backing down would keep us safe?
"Since you