Jiang Changkong was irritated. Being disturbed in his sleep was bad enough.
And she had called him Jiang Xingshi!
Yao Meng!
Jiang Changkong's face darkened. "What do you want with me?"
Yao Meng said softly, "Have you considered it? You offended quite a few people this time. As long as you join my Martial Arts Association, you can offend even more."
"I refuse," Jiang Changkong said flatly.
Martial Arts Association president, huh? He had just rendered great merit, yet she dared make a move against him. He could absolutely cut her down.
As for high-level martial artists, no problem. At worst, he would change identities, throw on a cloak, and go roaming.
Yao Meng still refused to give up. "Why? I can provide you with a broader platform. The starstones are negotiable too."
Jiang Changkong said indifferently, "I don't like working under others."
"As long as you agree, you can enter any profession you want. Even becoming a minor commander in a major province is no problem. Within a year, I guarantee you'll be promoted again."
Yao Meng continued.
"Minor commander... cough. Don't you people do any background checks? I traded my president position for a minor commander position."
"..."
They really had not checked that. A minor commander position traded for Martial Arts Association president?
Was he sick?
"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. I'm busy," Jiang Changkong said.
"Fine. Go look at the news yourself, Jiang Xingshi."
Yao Meng snorted unhappily, then added, "Don't worry. The major factions won't easily cause you trouble. They still have to give the Federation some face."
Jiang Changkong curled his lip. So she had just been trying to scare him?
The news?
After hanging up, Jiang Changkong opened the internet and checked the news.
The hottest headline read: The Star Stele