Lu Huayu silently watched his boss, who had already begun imagining where to screen the footage and how to casually identify every last person who had run their mouth.
He looked a bit like a gloating little jumping bean, which reminded Lu Huayu of another young master. Still, Lu Huayu understood why his boss was acting like such a gossip.
People in their country observed certain customary courtesies, but even families wealthy for generations did not flaunt their superior bloodlines with elaborate etiquette and bizarre clothing the way people in Eden liked to.
The purer their bloodlines, the clearer it was that they were products of close-family marriages. Yet the people of Eden would rather look like lunatics or hemophiliacs than fail to prove how ancient their families were.
It was all nonsense.
As if everyone else didn't have ancestors who'd lived five hundred years ago.
Someone with his boss's temperament must have felt miserable dealing with those so-called gentlemen from Eden. He didn't hire prostitutes, gamble, or take illegal drugs, yet they called him less refined than those despicable bastards. Who wouldn't be annoyed?
Lu Huayu nodded. "That's easy enough.
"When Black Rose makes its move, I'll have someone start recording. First-person view, guaranteed."
"Huh? Won't that expose your informant in their guild?" the Doomsday Boss asked hesitantly.
"Oh, that one? Baldy's known for ages." Lu Huayu gave a strange smile. "He and I have a temporary understanding about it.
"Our feud runs too deep. We're both sensitive to any news from the other side.
"So, leaving the spies in the shadows aside, we've each openly placed one person in the other's guild.
"We did that, of course, so... heh.
"At least there won't be any surprise attacks on each other.
"They're both second-string members, though. They only get