On the left sat a petite woman with a cold, beautiful face, dressed in a dark purple gown.
Second in command of the Steel Brotherhood, Steel Bone.
On the right, a man in spotless white robes wore a faint smile, his gaze calm.
Second in command was a Black Coffin, which the man in white had thoughtfully placed at an angle on its seat.
Zhou Zhenjiang looked at his team, his heart swelling with ambition.
"Everyone, take a look. These are the replies from the An family and the Fortune Commerce Association."
He casually waved a hand, and two Iron Guards immediately stepped forward to distribute the documents in their hands.
Painter calmly accepted the documents from an Iron Guard, then pretended to read them, nodding approvingly from time to time.
In truth, he could not understand the lofty diplomatic language written on them. Before joining the Brotherhood, he had never even attended such a high-level meeting.
The only reason he was nodding along now was because he feared exposing his ignorance.
The world always thought the Ten Kings stood high above all others, never realizing that Painter was not included among them.
After all, no faction would ever invite him to attend any event or meeting.
Only he knew how bitterly he had lived these past years.
Painter's performative nodding quickly caught Zhou Zhenjiang's attention.
Zhou Zhenjiang looked at him expectantly. "Painter, what do you think?"
Uh...
Painter's expression stiffened. What the hell is wrong with you? There are so many advisors here, so why are you asking me?
What he did not know was that in Zhou Zhenjiang's eyes—and even in most people's eyes—Painter was unquestionably a high-intelligence type among the Ten Kings, the same sort as Doctor.
After all, Painter was never known for his direct combat