A figure in a black-and-gold trench coat stepped into the conference room, an ebony cigar trailing a ribbon of white smoke.
Bai Ye's contemptuous gaze swept across the leaders of the major factions. "A bunch of trash. You really elected someone?"
"Cunning Rabbit!?" The Lin Clan head's expression shifted slightly. The dragonized Cunning Rabbit truly put immense pressure on him, but this was wartime. He did not believe Cunning Rabbit would attack an ally, and he felt somewhat reassured.
"You..."
Smack!
The Lin Clan head had only uttered one word when a slap whistled in from behind him, leaving stars dancing before his eyes.
"Are you blind, you mutt? That is clearly Lord Candle Dragon!" Wu De shouted.
That slap completely enraged everyone.
No matter what, they were leaders of various factions. They had come to the Fortune Commerce Association to discuss the grave matter of jointly resisting the Pseudo-Humans.
Yet someone dared to strike openly on an occasion like this, and in such a humiliating manner. It was obvious he had no regard for any of them.
The several leaders exchanged glances and reached a consensus in an instant.
They knew the Fortune Commerce Association had grown immensely powerful. If they did not want to be swallowed up one by one, the only thing they could do was unite.
"Wu De! You actually dared to attack someone? Do you know what you are doing? You are undermining the North Alliance's stability!" The Yellow Sand City Lord abruptly rose to his feet and immediately pinned a huge charge on him.
Wu De gave a cold laugh. "So it is fine as long as I did not hit you?"
He moved like a swimming dragon, appearing before the Yellow Sand City Lord in an instant. He raised his hand high. Smack!