Lou Gao's thick white brows, which had been slightly furrowed, suddenly shot upward and nearly twisted together. Anger also appeared on his chubby round face.
He had finally understood.
This young Holy Son of Spirit Hall before him actually wanted to annex his Blacksmith Association.
Speaking of which, Miles, the former bishop of Gengxin City's Main Martial Soul Hall, had once entertained the same idea of making the Blacksmith Association merge into Spirit Hall, but they had refused.
It was precisely because of that refusal that the Blacksmith Association later suffered Miles's constant targeting and suppression. Provocations and troubles came one after another, leaving the Blacksmith Association endlessly vexed and costing them considerable profits.
Fortunately, that dog who relied on another's power, Miles, had been executed.
Yet now, an even greedier fellow had arrived.
It would have been one thing if he only wanted Lou Gao himself to join Spirit Hall, but he actually dared to covet the Blacksmith Association as well, eyeing all of its blacksmiths and metal resources.
That was something Lou Gao absolutely could not tolerate.
Did he think that a single detailed blueprint for a Soul Sleeve Arrow would be enough to make him lead the Blacksmith Association into submission and bow their heads?
Heh, in his dreams!
Lou Gao's face was filled with fury, and he intended to reject him sternly.
Then, he would throw this greedy and shameless Holy Son of Spirit Hall out the door and drive him away.
But on second thought, there was also a terrifyingly powerful Title Douluo beside him. What if he provoked the other party into anger and they smashed the Blacksmith Association Headquarters to pieces?
"Your Highness Holy Son, forgive me, but I cannot agree to this condition."
Lou Gao took a deep breath, suppressing some of