A Lan paid no mind to Ye Ming's furious departure.
If he backed down on a matter of principle, the Mingwu Race would inevitably push for more.
This world had no moral restraints. Strength had always done the talking.
In the eyes of other races, backing down essentially meant that, after weighing the costs and benefits, you considered yourself the weaker party and therefore chose to compromise.
Rather than restraining other races, this behavior would make them feel they held the advantage.
Under the law of survival of the fittest, compromise was like the scent of blood from an open wound, inviting only more greedy mouths.
Only by standing firm and unyielding could they secure more room for cooperation.
A fearless display carried far more weight than their earlier verbal alliance.
As for Ye Ming's anger, A Lan did not think he was truly angry.
From their two previous encounters, he felt that Ye Ming was an excellent leader. Every seemingly angry display ultimately served to secure benefits.
That included his earlier attempts to apply extreme pressure. Even anger was a bargaining chip in his calculations.
Even the way he had risen in fury and swept his gaze over the crowd just now had merely been a performance to secure benefits.
How could this battle-hardened veteran, who had single-handedly reversed the fortunes of the Mingwu Race when they should have faded into history, be a reckless brute easily swayed by emotion?
As for inviting the general to this auction without telling him beforehand that a Rule Fragment would be available, that, too, had a purpose.
It was another move designed to extract more benefits from the Mingwu Race.
Informing him beforehand would indeed have allowed the general to prepare resources in advance, letting the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce reap