Li felt a trace of mockery in his heart. Michelangelo's sigh was really no different from saying that no matter how astonishing Li's talent was, he still could not defeat Michelangelo. But was that actually true?
If Li went all out, Michelangelo would probably be blasted apart in an instant, leaving not even a scrap behind.
A hint of displeasure appeared on Li's face. Then one of the men behind Michelangelo snorted coldly. "You're the leader of these reckless fools, aren't you? You provoked our Second Legion last time, and today you still dare to open this so-called workshop? This junk of yours can only fool trashy nobles like them, right?"
The nobles behind Li did not look very pleased after hearing that. After all, with just a few words, the man had insulted every one of them.
Naturally, everyone here was mindful of their status and could not be bothered to argue with him. Seeing that no one spoke up, however, he took it as fear. "Hahaha! Let me see just how good the goods in this place really are!"
Only then did he step out from behind Michelangelo. He was a burly man standing nearly 1.9 meters tall. He was not a Highlander; his build and features were more typical of the northern peoples. Tall and powerfully built, his muscles seemed to have nowhere to go, stretching his clothes taut.
He gave the crowd before him a disdainful glance, then directly picked up the Iron-Cutting Sword that Akil had just placed on the table. Since everyone saw that he was Michelangelo's subordinate, no one said a word. Instead, they made way for him. After all, when someone came to challenge your establishment, you could not simply shut your doors and turn them away. That would only damage your