"City Lord Luo Zhong, I understand how you feel about not wanting to give up your power."
"There's no need for us to fight, much less burn our bridges."
"We were teammates fighting side by side just a while ago."
"How about this? We could try another approach."
"Just lend us Fog City for a few years. What do you say?"
Xiao Yu felt he had been very sincere.
It would only be a loan. They would return it someday.
Yet to his surprise, Luo Zhong still shook his head and sneered.
"My answer hasn't changed. If you want me to hand over Fog City, forget it!"
"Spare me that bullshit about it being temporary."
"I won't give it up for even a day, or a second."
"That's all I have to say. Whether we're enemies or friends is up to you."
With that, Luo Zhong waved a hand and turned to leave with utter arrogance.
Feng Xue and Su Xiao Luo were furious.
Their breasts heaved as they huffed and puffed.
Xiao Yu's brows knitted together too.
So neither persuasion nor warnings worked, huh?
Then it was back to his old trade.
Fortune-telling!
He would bluff him into submission.
If that still didn't work, he would have to resort to his last option and make them "disappear for good."
"Wait, Mr. Luo Zhong."
"What is it, Master Xiao? What else can I do for you?"
Luo Zhong's face was full of mockery, and his voice dripped with sarcasm when he said "Master Xiao."
The derision was unmistakable.
It was mixed with jealousy, envy, and hatred too.
It was as though he meant something else: a master of picking up women, or a master in bed.
Xiao Yu's brow twitched violently again.
It had been a very, very long time