Ming Jia frowned slightly, then said, "What do you mean by 'but'? Speak freely."
Chen Weining smiled faintly, took a rolled-up list from his sleeve, and slowly unfurled it. "Nothing more than this: the Heartless Tower is a renowned service provider in its field, and I happen to have a list that requires your professional expertise, as well as that of your colleagues in the tower."
"Of course, in return, Soul Fighting City will provide generous compensation, both in recognition of your tower's hard work and to ensure that Your Excellency Ming Jia can give your colleagues a satisfactory account of things."
"Besides, this will allow you to display the Heartless Tower's might once again and cow those petty scoundrels. Cooperation benefits us both-a victory for you and me alike."
His words lent a subtle undertone to the atmosphere.
Well, well. The Heartless Tower had been slapped in the face, yet still had to work for Soul Fighting City.
Remember the original website's domain.
And this so-called "compensation" was presumably no more than a portion of what had been plundered from the Heartless Tower.
After pondering for a moment, Ming Jia finally nodded in agreement. "Very well."
It was both a compromise and an act of helpless resignation. Circumstances were stronger than any man.
Refusing this assignment would not only fail to appease Soul Fighting City's anger, but might leave the Heartless Tower, already battered by wind and rain, tottering even closer to collapse.
Now, everyone within the Heartless Tower was on edge. Fear and unease followed them like shadows; they probably could not even sleep soundly.
He had never expected Soul Fighting City's actions yesterday to be so ruthless, nor its blow against the Heartless Tower so devastating and thorough.
It was already difficult for an assassin organization to