The Threat Theory

"Demville and his people have already gone back to France. Their plane should be taking off around now. We've reached a deal, and I'm letting you know that your employment with him has ended early. He'll transfer the rest of the money to you. If you're unhappy about it, you can come find me anytime. Don't try anything underhanded, or you'll die."

Li Bai cut Ram off before he could say a word, not giving him a chance to speak.

What difference would it make if he did? The result wouldn't change. If the big-bearded man dared to refuse, Li Bai would teach him a lesson in no time.

"Are you always this domineering?"

Ram had never imagined that this young Chinese man would be even more detestable than the rumors suggested.

No wonder the Aladdin organization had put him on its gray warning list, among those who had to be avoided at all costs.

But it seemed the man had good reason to be so confident. The ability Ram was best at seemed to be precisely what the blue scale in Li Bai's hand countered.

It wasn't that Ram didn't dare act. He just wasn't sure he could win.

All that remained was furious resentment.

"You're right. I am this domineering."

Li Bai spread his hands, without the slightest modesty.

To some extent, the Aladdin organization and the Dragon Knight Order were birds of a feather: they bullied the weak and feared the strong.

If he seemed easy to push around, they'd take advantage without hesitation. Being domineering was the right way to communicate. Foreigners didn't care for the virtues of gentleness, deference, courtesy, and modesty. If they had a chance to slap someone, they wouldn't hold back.

Take the Dragon Knight Order. They thought that having a stronghold