The blond man understood Chinese well enough—precisely why his superiors had sent him out. He could communicate with Shen Le in Chinese without any trouble.
However, his proficiency only extended to normal conversation. When it came to coded phrases, trendy slang, and internet memes, he genuinely could not keep up that quickly.
He also did not know what "squid" could mean besides a type of seafood.
But seeing the contempt at the corners of Shen Le's eyes, he knew it was not a compliment. His expression darkened. "Mr. Shen! Don't think that just because we aren't an official enforcement agency, you can disregard our power! In fact, even official agencies need to rely on us!"
Shen Le looked even more bored. Yes, yes, you're powerful. Incredibly powerful—so what? And you have the nerve to call yourselves powerful?
They were not even official. How powerful could this mysterious organization, this so-called Sanctuary, possibly be?
Nothing more than throwing money around to gather ancient collections and Magic Artifacts, then recruiting people to die for them—
Wanting people to devote themselves wholeheartedly and fight for them without fear of death? Dream on!
"A private organization is still a private organization, yet you strut around like some big bad wolf." He let his arms hang loosely at his sides, interlacing his fingers before him as he calmly mocked, "Since a private grudge has escalated into criminals preying on criminals—oh, no, gray preying on gray—then I have even less of a psychological burden dealing with it—"
As he spoke, his right hand had already risen, five long arcs of light trailing from his fingertips, eager to strike. The blond man finally panicked and hurriedly shouted, "No! Wait! We can negotiate terms! The Sanctuary can give you things beyond your imagination—"
While shouting, he fumbled a