Su Xin turned his gaze to Feng Yan. Feng Yan could only put on a helpless expression.
The meaning behind Feng Yan's words was simple: he wanted men and money.
If Su Xin refused, that was simple too. If Feng Yan failed to complete the task from above, then Su Xin shouldn't blame him.
This little trick seemed utterly pointless to Su Xin. Someone else might have agreed in the moment. After all, it was only a matter of handing out some benefits. Whether to solve the trouble at hand or quickly stabilize the people of Jianghuai Circuit, meeting a few of Feng Yan's demands wouldn't have been a big deal.
But did Su Xin really care about Jianghuai Circuit? Rather than have a Jianghuai Circuit that wouldn't obey him, he would rather have one completely under his control.
Su Xin looked at Feng Yan and tapped his fingers lightly on the table, keeping a rhythmic beat. Each tap seemed to strike Feng Yan in the chest, making him deeply uncomfortable.
"Actually, I'm a fairly generous person. As long as you listen to me, I won't shortchange you on what you deserve. Nor will I be stingy with rewards.
"But there's a condition: you have to get things done and know the rules.
"If you need men, I'll give you men. If you need resources, the Six Fan Sect won't hold back on the cultivation resources it grants you.
"But these things can only come from me. You don't get to demand them. Otherwise, you'll have broken the rules!"
As Su Xin spoke, his fingers tapped faster and faster. At last, they seemed to turn into a massive hammer, crashing against Feng Yan's chest. Feng Yan spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out.
As they looked at Feng