Ms. Mo Lan, Remember Your Promise

"Although the rules put us at a disadvantage, when it comes to one-on-one ability and the rapport we've built over the years, we're no worse than the Temple of War God."

"Besides, both sides have Titled Douluo. They only have two sets of Four-word Battle Armor, while we have five. In terms of equipment suppression and individual enhancement, who wins and who loses is still undecided."

Seeing this, Mo Lan hurriedly stepped forward to agree. "Yes, Ms. Gu Yue Na is right. The match hasn't even begun yet, so everything remains uncertain. I also know that the Dove Faction was in the wrong this time. A verbal apology alone cannot show our sincerity."

"If we win this time, I will solemnly promise you on behalf of the Dove Faction's leaders and elders that, so long as it remains within the bounds of what we can morally accept, we absolutely will not raise any objections."

At this point, if those council members still could not understand the situation, their brains truly would have turned to mush. They rose almost simultaneously and, together with Mo Lan, made their promise to Luo Ze.

Luo Ze did not respond immediately. He calmed himself for a moment before impatiently telling them to leave at once.

Mo Lan and the others were no fools. They knew that Luo Ze had relented. After sincerely expressing their gratitude and thanks, they hurriedly left the residence.

Outside the window, Tang Wulin watched until they had completely gone before giving Luo Ze and the others an OK sign.

"Don't worry. They're completely gone."

Hearing that, Luo Ze could no longer keep up the act. He immediately slumped against the sofa.

"I'm exhausted. Playing the bad cop really isn't easy. I felt like I was about to blow it."

Tang Wulin