Jiang Changkong rubbed his brow. He truly found it hard to imagine just how thick a person's skin could be.
No, he had been wrong. This guy really had no shame at all.
"Come on, President An, whose connections are hard as iron. Tell me why you're here."
Jiang Changkong crossed one leg over the other and looked at him with a smile.
"I'm going back to work." Tang Ruoxi could not stand it any longer. This was far too shameless.
An Dingbang hurried over and sat beside him, putting on the manner of an old friend of many years. "Changkong, look, Stability Province and Jianghai Province have always been neighbors."
"Between neighbors, what great grudge could there be? Wouldn't you say so?"
"President An makes a lot of sense." Jiang Changkong nodded with a smile.
An Dingbang grew a little excited. "So, what happened before was only a small misunderstanding. Now that everything's been laid out, we're still ironclad brothers."
Jiang Changkong's smile faded. "Can you cut the crap?"
An Dingbang looked slightly embarrassed. "Look, when it comes to fighting over the mineral vein, could you avoid targeting my Martial Arts Association?"
Jiang Changkong's face turned cold. "So only you're allowed to target me?"
"No, no, Brother Changkong, I mean, go easy on my Martial Arts Association.
"We're not mortal enemies, after all. Right now, I'm just working for someone else."
An Dingbang grew anxious, nearly bursting into tears. "It hasn't been easy for me. It hasn't been easy for my Martial Arts Association either..."
"Give me something tangible."
"These are one thousand fifth-stage high-grade Star Stones."
An Dingbang hurriedly presented them with both hands.
Jiang Changkong accepted the Star Stones and sighed. "Blades and swords have no eyes. I'll try to hold back."
An Dingbang gritted his teeth.