"What were facts? What counted as facts? I had come this far precisely because I refused to believe in fate, refused to believe in facts. I believed only in my instincts!"
One did not strike a smiling face. The China Alliance representatives had greeted him with smiles and fawning courtesy. Jian Shang had no desire to tear off all pretenses for no reason, but since the China Alliance had grown impatient, he would not stand on ceremony either.
"Instincts? What instincts?" Dragon Soul laughed in extreme anger, and even his formerly genial face had flushed and twisted somewhat.
Jian Shang swept his gaze over everyone present and answered resolutely, "My instincts... tell me that our side will be able to get a share of the spoils from the Lost City's hidden treasury... definitely!"
"Hmph!"
A wave of disdainful snorts rose. Gritting his teeth, Dragon Soul said, "The Huan King has only just returned from Greece, after fighting his way out through bloodshed. It is understandable that his confidence has swelled. I only hope that when the Huan King sees the lineup of the Canada-U.S. Allied Forces, he can still retain such confidence!"
At this moment, Yan Wuji, Song Zutian, and the others who had always found Jian Shang most disagreeable all fell silent. Meanwhile, Dragon Soul, who considered himself the most tolerant toward the Huan King, had instead reached the end of his patience!
"Definitely!" Jian Shang replied simply, still brimming with confidence.
"..."
Regarding the Huan King, Dragon Soul, the Demon Queen, Yan Wuji, and the rest—including Di Wushuang—were utterly speechless.
"Hoo..."
After taking a deep breath, Dragon Soul forcibly suppressed something like a groan and continued:
"To be frank, we truly do not know where the Huan King gets his confidence! One thing is certain: the Huan Kingdom