"You trust me that much?"
Leng Yaozhu raised her eyes to look at him and asked softly, "Aren't you afraid I'll use this power against you instead?"
Zhong Shenxiu smiled.
His smile was both unrestrained and assured. "You won't."
"And even if you wanted to rebel, what kind of waves do you think you could make?"
His tone was arrogant to the extreme, yet it somehow felt perfectly natural.
He had the confidence to back it up.
With the Six Great Black Hands, the Fighting Dragon Clan, and himself, the Plane Master, holding the fort, no one on the entire Douluo Continent could turn the world upside down.
Leng Yaozhu choked on his words and shot him an annoyed glare.
Yet the unease in her heart gradually settled instead.
That was right. He was Zhong Shenxiu, the Lord of the Dragon Fighting Plane. He had never been some ordinary person who needed to tread carefully. He had every right to be arrogant.
Following someone like him seemed... rather nice, actually.
"Fine, I accept."
Leng Yaozhu took a deep breath and met his gaze. Her crimson-gold eyes regained their usual composure and sharpness. "The Leng Family will take up the role of enforcer. Within three days, I'll present a complete plan for governing East Sea. I'll deal with those unruly families one by one."
"But let me make this clear first. I'll do the work, but I won't take the blame. If anything really goes wrong, you'll have to cover for me."
Zhong Shenxiu laughed heartily, tightening his arm around her and drawing her closer into his embrace. "Don't worry. If the sky falls, I'll hold it up."
The sea breeze swept up their robes, fiery red and deep black intertwining, especially striking beneath the morning light.
Leaning against his chest,