Reunion with Zhou Chen

"Chief Iron Horn," Xu Wuyi spoke, his voice quiet, yet everyone in the tent heard him clearly. "Let's continue our discussion."

His tone was calm, as if nothing had happened just moments ago. Yet it was precisely that calmness that sent a bone-deep chill through Iron Horn.

He had seen far too many powerful people. Some loved to flaunt their strength, some liked to bluff, and some liked to crush others with sheer force.

But people like Xu Wuyi, who could casually resume negotiations after striking to intimidate someone, were rare. Such a person was either cold-blooded by nature or possessed absolute confidence in his own strength.

Either way, he was not someone Iron Horn could afford to provoke.

Iron Horn took a deep breath, crushed all those stray thoughts, and returned his attention to the negotiating table. His expression was far more serious and cautious than when he had first entered.

"Fine, let's continue." His voice had regained its steadiness, but some of its former arrogance had faded, replaced by practicality.

Xiao Pojun sat across from him. Watching Iron Horn's attitude change, complicated emotions rose in his heart. He had fought this old goatman for over half a year, and he knew his character all too well.

Iron Horn was an exceptionally shrewd man. He respected strength, and strength alone.

Reasoning with him was useless. Talking about interests was useless too. Only when he truly felt the gap in strength would he sit down and speak properly.

And now, Xu Wuyi had achieved in mere seconds what Xiao Pojun had failed to accomplish through half a year of bloody battle.

Cui Shaotang was the best at seizing the moment. Seeing Iron Horn soften, he immediately took over and presented the negotiation proposal they had prepared earlier.

His tone was