"Demville and his people have already returned to France. Their flight should be taking off around now. We've reached a deal, and I'm just letting you know: your employment with him is ending early. He'll pay you everything he still owes you. If you're unhappy with that, you can come find me anytime. Don't try anything underhanded, or you'll die."
Li Bai cut Ram off before he could get a word in.
And what good would it do to let him speak? Nothing would change. If the bearded man dared to complain, Li Bai would set him straight in no time.
"Are you always this overbearing?"
Ram had never imagined that this young Chinese man would be even more detestable than the rumors said.
No wonder the Aladdin organization had put him on its gray warning list, marking him as someone to avoid at all costs.
But it seemed this man had earned that reputation. The thing he was best at was apparently just what the blue scale in Li Bai's hand could counter.
It wasn't that Ram didn't dare make a move. He just wasn't sure he could win.
All that remained was his furious resentment.
"You're right. I am this overbearing."
Li Bai spread his hands, not the least bit modest.
In some ways, the Aladdin organization and the Dragon Knight Order were two of a kind: both picked on the weak and feared the strong.
If he seemed easy to bully, they'd take advantage without hesitation. Being overbearing was the right way to deal with them. Foreigners didn't respond to the whole "gentle, kind, courteous, restrained, and magnanimous" routine. If they got the chance to slap someone, they wouldn't hold back.
The Dragon Knight Order was a perfect example. They thought that having a base in Germany