"So, you intended to declare war on our Hengxing Gang? With just those few hundred troops of yours?"
As Jie Chen hesitated, Ren Woxing slapped the table and rose to his feet.
He looked straight at Jian Shang with a disdainful sneer and spoke slowly.
By now, Ren Woxing seemed to understand somewhat.
Jian Shang had never intended to negotiate peace with them from the beginning. He had even been pressing forward aggressively, seemingly trying to provoke him so he could seize upon it as an excuse.
What puzzled Ren Woxing was that Jian Shang only had two hundred subordinates.
Where did he get such confidence and backing?
"Cough, cough... We're here to seek wealth, not anger! Can't we sit down and discuss whatever it is properly? Why resort to fighting and killing? It harms others without benefiting ourselves."
The moment Ren Woxing finished speaking, Bai Chen suddenly coughed a few times.
In a gentle, soothing tone, she tried to mediate.
"Nephew Jie Chen and niece Bai Chen both saw it. We came sincerely to pay a visit, yet the master of the house is so arrogant and so contemptuous of others."
"It isn't that this uncle is bullying anyone. No one could stand such treatment!"
Ren Woxing's thoughts raced. With a helpless yet furious expression, he looked at Jie Chen and Bai Chen and spoke indignantly, as though he had suffered some enormous injustice and humiliation.
In truth, the main reason was that Ren Woxing still could not figure out exactly who Jian Shang was.
Whether in reality or in Forging the Sacred Court, Ren Woxing possessed great wealth and power. What he feared most was that Jian Shang might be some "prince" in reality whom he could not afford to provoke.
The more forceful Jian Shang acted, the