"Originally, I wanted to have a proper talk with you, but now I've changed my mind. Since you can't understand human speech, it just so happens I know a little about throwing punches!"
The other party paid no heed to Xue Fuyao's threatening words and instead sneered mockingly, "Just the two of you? Only one of you is in the Golden Core Realm. Do you really think our Shengxing Trading Company is afraid of you?"
"One? No, four!"
As her words fell, the fully armed Shadow Three, Ying Jiu, and Fifteen appeared behind her, their eyes sharp and a murderous aura swirling around them.
This was merely a tiny branch of the Shengxing Trading Company, and it was close to the Demon Realm. How formidable could the people assigned here possibly be? If Xue Fuyao had been alone, they might have been able to risk a fight with her, but now there were four genuine Golden Core cultivators.
Especially with the way Shadow Three and the others were dressed-masked and clad in black-they were clearly not people to provoke. That murderous aura was not something ordinary cultivators possessed; it came from fighting their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"Wait!" At the sight of this, the woman's formerly unyielding expression instantly softened, and she forced an ugly smile. "A misunderstanding. This is all a misunderstanding. We're willing to return young Master Xue's Bond Contract."
As she spoke, the woman took a sheet of parchment from inside her clothes and pointed to the intricate patterns on its reverse as she explained. Once someone violated the agreement written on it, although it would not directly affect the person involved, as long as the contract remained, they could be found even at the ends of the earth.
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