Master-Servant Contract

The little boy raised his head and looked at Zhong Shenxiu through tear-blurred eyes. Tears still clung to his small face, but the despair in his eyes had faded somewhat. He sniffled, cautiously released Zhong Shenxiu's leg, and climbed to his feet.

Zhong Shenxiu turned and returned to the head seat. His Light Gold Vertical Pupils rested on the little boy as he spoke calmly.

"Tell me. What can you offer us as payment for sparing you?"

Zhong Shenxiu's voice was not loud, but every word carried an unquestionable certainty. Leaning back in his chair, he watched the little boy with calm Light Gold Vertical Pupils. His right hand rested on the table, his fingers tapping lightly against it with a rhythmic click-clack.

The sound was especially distinct in the silent conference room, like a hammer striking the little boy's heart again and again.

Zhong Shenxiu truly did not like direct confrontations that ended with both sides worse off. That sort of mutually destructive fighting style was a path only brutes would choose. He preferred to pay the smallest price for the greatest gain.

If they could negotiate, then negotiate. If he could intimidate them, then intimidate them. If he could deceive them, then deceive them. Only if all else failed would he resort to violence.

This was not cowardice, but a deeper kind of calculation.

But neither was he someone easily dealt with.

Having lost the suppression of the Dragon Fighting Plane's origin, as the Lord of the Dragon Fighting Plane, his emotions represented the entire Dragon Fighting Plane.

Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Light, and Dark—the Seven Elemental Powers formed the origin of the Dragon Fighting Plane, and the Fighting Dragon Clan had been born from them.

These seven powers were not merely divisions of the elements. They