"Everyone, I, Old Ninth, am a lowlife. Threats definitely won't work on me."
"If you want to play dirty, I'm your fucking granddaddy."
"If you're here to negotiate, negotiate properly." Old Ninth straightened his clothes and bowed slightly to the Old Man. "Old man, you take care of the talks."
"I'll stand guard on the island. If the talks fall through, I'll kill every last one of them."
With that said.
Old Ninth strode out with swagger.
"Brother Nine."
"Ninth Master."
The Lei Zis at the entrance bowed in unison, their respect tinged with awe.
"Stand guard. If anyone fucking dares to pound the table at the Old Man, chop their hands off. There's still nobody in this world I wouldn't fucking dare kill."
Old Ninth's overbearing arrogance had thoroughly intimidated the representatives of those small countries.
Get into a quarrel with a madman?
It wasn't worth it.
He had just gone downstairs.
A familiar figure stood quietly in the snow.
Dressed entirely in white.
With the bearing of an immortal.
Amid the great, featherlike snowflakes, the man smiled and beckoned to Old Ninth.
Old Ninth, who had been bristling with murderous intent a moment earlier, instantly turned into a little kitten.
"Marshal."
"What brings you here? Going upstairs to kill those representatives? No need to do it yourself. I'll just get Hi Dog to bury them."
Old Ninth happily ran into the snow.
"Find somewhere bright. Let's talk."
White Garment brushed the snowflakes off Old Ninth's shoulder appreciatively. "There's something I want to discuss with you all."
"You got it."
A little roadside restaurant.
The owner was a Dragon Kingdom native who had fled to Fei Island.
With Fang Mu's support, he had opened a small shop to make a living.
Distinguished guests had come to the restaurant