Ma Pingchuan had lowered himself so much and come bearing such abundant "sincerity" to make amends, so Zou Feng went along with the tide and smiled in "forgiveness."
But of course, he would not believe that Ma Pingchuan truly no longer wished to oppose him.
The man had harbored killing intent toward him before; otherwise, he would never have ended up on the list.
It could not be that you wanted to kill me, then found me too difficult to kill, so you simply apologized and paid a little silver, and that was the end of it?
What was more, Ma Pingchuan's surrender at this moment was likely only an expedient measure to make him lower his guard.
The conflict between Chen Jingsheng and Qian Kun, the two Hall Masters, had long since become irreconcilable.
Qian Kun would never allow Chen Jingsheng's men to gain a "promising" rising general like him.
"Fragrance Master Ma, you flatter me. It was all a misunderstanding. Now that it has been cleared up, all is well!" Zou Feng appeared exceedingly magnanimous.
Ma Pingchuan nodded hurriedly. "Yes, yes, it was all a misunderstanding. Fragrance Master Zou is truly broad-minded!"
What followed was the part Ma Pingchuan excelled at most: shameless flattery. For a time, the atmosphere was incomparably harmonious.
At least on the surface, the two seemed to have turned swords into jade and silk.
Even Liu Chun and Xiong Datian believed so.
They had no objections to it.
After all, they belonged to the same gang. If this fighting continued, no one could say what would happen in the future.
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Zou Feng casually invited Ma Pingchuan and his group to stay for dinner.
However, when Ma Pingchuan and the others learned that Zou Feng intended to cook personally,