Just as Lou Gao was puzzling over this, a glint of cunning flashed through Tang San's eyes.
The corners of his lips lifted, and he spoke slowly.
"President Lou Gao, with your discerning eye and knowledge, you should understand what this blueprint means."
"In terms of value, it is absolutely a priceless treasure. No matter how many rare metals you offered, I would never trade it away."
Lou Gao froze. He looked at Tang San, displeasure surfacing on his plump face.
Why bring it out if you won't trade it?
Are you fucking toying with me?
Yet no matter how annoyed Lou Gao was, he dared not lash out.
After all, Tang San had a Clear Sky Douluo standing behind him.
He had no idea Tang Hao was already dead!
Lou Gao asked gravely, "Then, young friend Tang San, what exactly did you mean by showing me this blueprint?"
Tang San smiled faintly. "President Lou Gao, to tell you the truth, I have many more blueprints like this."
"I even have blueprints for top-tier hidden weapons capable of posing a lethal threat to a Titled Douluo."
An unprecedented brilliance erupted in Lou Gao's eyes, and even his breathing quickened.
"Is that true?"
Lou Gao knew perfectly well that if everything Tang San said was true, then once those hidden weapons were unveiled to the world, the treatment blacksmiths received would improve dramatically.
As president of the Blacksmith Association, Lou Gao naturally hoped to see blacksmiths rise in status.
Tang San smiled faintly. "Of course it is. But these hidden weapons are all secrets of my Tang Sect. Even among our disciples, only core members may learn the exact methods of making them."
"The Tang Sect?"
"Since when has there been a sect like that on the continent?" Lou Gao looked