Yang Wushuang's eyes lit up briefly, and he turned his head away. "Am I, Yang Wushuang, the sort of man who bows his head for money? The dignity of the Breaking Clan..."
Qian Renxue interrupted him. "I believe you're a man who knows what to prioritize. Ten more thousand-year medicinal herbs."
Yang Wushuang's voice began to change. "Don't do this. The dignity of the Soul Breaking Spear cannot be trampled on."
Qian Renxue raised one finger. "One more condition. From today onward, you'll oversee Slaughter City. You'll be the king of this city.
"You can take a five-percent cut of all entry fees, spoils, and medicinal herbs and Soul Bones collected. Tian Tian and the other three will take five percent between them. The rest belongs to me."
Yang Wushuang's voice grew a little quieter. "Actually, sometimes I have a few other interpretations of dignity..."
Qian Renxue looked at him. "Say no more. I never imagined the Breaking Clan had someone like you. I respect you. I'll give you a quick death..."
Yang Wushuang's lips trembled a few times. His expression shifted again and again before he abruptly turned his head back.
He hurried over to Qian Renxue, dropped to one knee, and raised his head, plastering a fawning smile across his face as both eyes narrowed into crescents.
"My lady, I've thought it through. You really are a good judge of character! I failed to recognize your greatness earlier.
"Your vision, your bearing-there isn't another person like you on the entire continent!
"From this day forward, my life belongs to you. Tell me to go east, and I'll never go west. Tell me to kill, and I'll never set fires. Tell me to guard the city, and I'll make it an iron fortress!"
He paused and rubbed his hands,