A week later.
The City of Light, Mianbang's largest city.
It was Mianbang's economic center.
It was also the headquarters of Mianbang's Dragon Kingdom Chamber of Commerce.
Inside the chamber's twenty-odd-story building, Su Han sat in his office, raging, with one leg crippled.
A computer, ornaments, and other objects lay scattered across the floor.
A crowd gathered outside the door, but no one dared go in and bear the brunt of his anger.
"Chairman Du."
"Chairman Du."
The crowd parted.
A rough-looking middle-aged man with ordinary features and an unremarkable bearing, looking somewhat like a migrant laborer, walked into the room.
Behind him, Mr. Li followed without a ripple of emotion.
"Su."
The chairman calmly picked up the scattered objects and smiled. "How did a trip to the Dragon Kingdom make your temper even worse?"
Su Han was already seething. At the sight of the man behind the chairman, his anger flared.
"Because certain people can't control their own dogs."
His face livid, Su Han lifted his leg, cast and all, onto the desk.
He accused him sarcastically, "I thought Old Ninth would at least show President Li some respect. Heh, but he broke my leg just like he said he would, without showing me the slightest consideration."
At the border, Old Ninth had ordered Su Han to crawl out of the city, but Su Han had refused to swallow that humiliation.
He had thought Old Ninth would not take things that far, only for the man to actually have False Eye break his leg.
Naturally, Su Han did not dare foolishly seek another reckoning with Old Ninth.
If Old Ninth went mad and buried him, he would have nowhere to seek justice.
So after returning to the chamber, he had vented all his fury on Mr. Li.
Faced with