Chen Luo could tell that Jiang Tiancheng was deliberately making things difficult for him.
Tch, if I brought out all the pork I'd stockpiled, wouldn't you drop dead from shock?
Chen Luo was about to agree to trade thirty tons of pork for Jiang Chuxue.
Then he suddenly came to his senses. Why should I make a trade with Jiang Tiancheng?
What, I bullied Pickled Vegetable just now and played the hero once, and now I actually think I'm a hero?
I'm a sneaky bastard. I'm really no hero.
Chen Luo abruptly changed his attitude and sneered. "Tell me, what time is it?"
Not understanding his meaning, Jiang Tiancheng checked his watch. "It's four in the afternoon."
Chen Luo scoffed. "This is an age where order has collapsed. What makes you think you're in any position to bargain with me?"
"I forgot to mention, I kill without batting an eye. I kill Pickled Vegetable's people, and I kill my own people too."
Jiang Tiancheng stared blankly at Chen Luo, unable to understand why his fine prospective son-in-law had suddenly changed his tune.
Chen Luo continued, "What, if I take Jiang Chuxue by force, can you stop me?"
"I do have my eye on your daughter, but only for her ability. It's best if she comes willingly. If not, I'll take her by force."
Chen Luo showed his villainous side. "Mr. Jiang Tiancheng, you wouldn't want your daughter leaving with me in tears, would you?"
"I'll give you a day to talk her around. Otherwise, I'll have to use force."
Jiang Tiancheng wanted to tell him he was getting far too arrogant. He was level six, after all, not someone Chen Luo could push around at will.
But then he remembered how Chen Luo had killed over six thousand people in