Behind the mercenary group stood various powerful forces in the capital. The major families hadn't initially been optimistic about the Chambord people's annihilation of the Blood Blade Blood Blade Mercenary Corps. They thought that even with a powerful figure like the King of Chambord in charge, the Chambord would suffer heavy losses after the cleanup, and some compensation would be reasonable. However, seeing how easily the Chambord people had taken down the Blood Blade, they began to regret promising so many benefits. Now that they had a reason, they naturally wanted to fight for more for themselves.
Only Paris, Pavlyuchenko, Ziyan, the Soros Chamber of Commerce, and the Master Baresi remained expressionless and silent.
These men had all witnessed firsthand tonight that King of Chambord Alexander had never shown himself, yet he had completely overturned the seemingly powerful Blood Blade Mercenary Corps with just a few skilled fighters under his command. Each of these fighters possessed unique skills, especially the mysterious mage wearing a sharp-angled demon mask, whose methods were astonishing. With King of Chambord himself in charge, the strength displayed by the Chambord people was already comparable to some established families. Under such circumstances, even a 30% share of the profits from this emerging force was already somewhat insignificant. If they could bring this new power to their side, these men were all shrewd and wouldn't care about such immediate gains.
The Soros Chamber of Commerce may not care about these valuables; after receiving the report from branch manager Harry Redknapp, they were more concerned about King of Chambord. Therefore, the branch's guardian, Laudno, was actually there largely to observe Sun Fei.
The mysterious and powerful priest Baresi kept his head bowed, like a devout prayer, constantly muttering something, showing neither joy nor sorrow, and it was unclear which side he was on.
Those who understood the implications remained silent.
It's laughable that the fourth prince Christo, has always been ambitious and unwilling to Jimo. Over the years, he has been constantly trying to win over various forces, attempting to build momentum for himself and stand shoulder to shoulder with the first and second princes to compete for the qualification and opportunity to inherit the throne. If he had the support of the King of Chambord, the situation would have changed dramatically. Unfortunately, faced with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he not only failed to seize it, but also pushed the King of Chambord to the opposite side.
Such a person, no matter how high his self-esteem, is nothing but a lump of mud; never expect him to build a magnificent temple.
They would be more than happy to see the Fourth Prince and King of Chambord completely break ties.
This is the cutthroat world of the capital.
Sun Fei perhaps didn't grasp the deeper meaning behind this; he was simply annoyed with the Prince before him. Smiling, he took a step forward, looked at the Fourth Prince and the others, crossed his arms, and said, "Oh, that's quite a story. So, what do you suggest we do?"
"The solution is simple. First, deduct the losses from the fire that destroyed the buildings from your share of the profits owed to Chambord City. After all, these losses were caused by you, and we, the rest of you, shouldn't have to bear them for you."
The fourth prince looked at Sun Fei and spoke slowly.
At this moment, his arrogant and conceited expression returned, and his face once again bore that look of self-assurance. He looked at Sun Fei with a mocking expression, and the sense of defeat he had felt earlier because he was too intimidated by Sun Fei's overwhelming power to speak up instantly vanished. The Fourth Prince knew what kind of people most of those present were. Now, as long as he could persuade these people, with the support of several powerful forces, he was not afraid of Sun Fei turning against him at all.
This is using power to intimidate others!
Momentum is the key to success.
Hahaha, this is my skill! King of Chambord, you're just a country bumpkin from some backwater, how dare you be so disrespectful to me? Crushing you will only show my skill and reputation, let those nobles who refuse to submit to me see clearly that I, Andrei Christo, the fourth son of the mighty Emperor Yassin, am absolutely qualified and capable of competing with that damned " God of War " Arshavin and that mad bastard Dominguez.
He looked at Sun Fei with a defiant gaze.
Sun Fei smiled again and said decisively, "To destroy Blood Blade, there must be a price to pay. My forces are insufficient, so I must use fire. Even if you were attacking Blood Blade's headquarters, losses would be inevitable. Therefore, these losses should absolutely not be borne by my Chambord City."
In truth, wealth is nothing to Sun Fei, but in this situation, the most important thing is momentum. With representatives from all sides in front of him, if Sun Fei backs down, it will send a very bad signal to the forces behind them— that King of Chambord is also capable of compromise and concession. Once this happens once, it will happen again and again. The ' Mad Wolf ' image that Sun Fei has painstakingly cultivated will immediately collapse, and from then on, Chambord City will be at a disadvantage in any choice.
Besides, Sun Fei simply didn't like the Fourth Prince in front of him.
His King is unhappy, and no one else can be happy either. He's determined to oppose you, so what can you do about it?
Prince Christo, the fourth prince, was furious that King of Chambord would dare to be so assertive under such circumstances. He stepped forward and sneered, " King of Chambord, this matter is not up to you. Furthermore, you arrived at the underground hall long before us. Who knows if you've already hidden your most precious treasures in your storage ring? Considering you are the king, and to preserve your dignity, you should voluntarily hand over the contents of your storage ring for everyone to examine!"
The fourth prince's tough stance garnered support from other individuals with ulterior motives.
[ Bronze Spear ] The top expert of the Royal Guard Kode, also took a step forward, followed by ten bronze-armored experts. The eleven men resembled killing gods, their Dou Qi exploding without restraint. Beneath their bronze armor, flames of Dou Qi aura swirled. These eleven men clearly possessed a combined attack technique, their battle Dou Qi constantly accumulating and growing stronger. Kode, the top expert, coldly snorted, "His Highness the Fourth Prince is right. King of Chambord, I know you are quite powerful, but you can't be unreasonable."
" King of Chambord, please give us an explanation!" echoed the leader of the capital's largest mercenary group, the Crouching Tiger Mercenary Corps.
"Hand over the storage ring..." The leader of another mercenary group, [ Hall of Radiance ], also sided with the Fourth Prince.
" King of Chambord, the Big Family also agrees with Prince Christo's reasoning. We have no other intentions. As long as you hand over the storage ring, the royal grand mages will open the internal space to inspect it. If there are no treasures belonging to the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps, they will naturally be returned to you..." Beyoncé, the pride of the Big Family, finally stepped forward. Her method was even more vicious and ruthless, demanding that Sun Fei directly hand over the storage ring.
"Hand over the storage ring? That's not a funny joke. How can you prove that the contents belong to me or the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps?" Sun Fei retorted.
"Hahahaha..." The Fourth Prince seemed to have heard something amusing, and he threw his head back and laughed loudly, "You, a mere King of a sixth-rank vassal state, are extremely poor. What treasures could you possibly have? If there really are any treasures inside, then they naturally belong to the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps. Is there even a need to ask?"
The fourth prince relentlessly pursued the matter, intending to use this opportunity to thoroughly humiliate King of Chambord.
The antagonism between the two began before they even met, and it arose the moment they saw each other. The ambitious Fourth Prince, Prince Christo, had already decided to use the name of the King of Chambord to gain the attention of various powerful forces.
"That's indeed a good idea!" the Crouching Tiger Mercenary Corps laughed.
"Since it's a good idea, King of Chambord, first hand over the storage ring, then deduct two points from the three points that Chambord City is entitled to, as compensation for burning down the Blood Blade headquarters building and other properties..." said Kode, the number one expert of [ Bronze Spear ], coldly.
"Since everyone thinks so, then let's do it this way. King of Chambord, hand over the storage ring!" Beyoncé, the pride of heaven, smiled slightly.
Sun Fei's expression remained unchanged. He carefully examined each of their faces, then smiled and said, "Oh? This is the logic you're talking about?"
"Reason is determined by those with power. A small sixth-rank vassal state like Chambord City is not qualified to do so..." the Fourth Prince said with a contemptuous laugh.
"Hand over the storage ring!" [ Bronze Spear ]'s top expert, Kode, stretched out his hand. The ten warriors behind him, clad in bronze armor, moved in perfect unison, as if they were one person, maintaining the highest alert level for their combined attack technique. Facing a master like King of Chambord, they dared not be careless in the slightest.
Sun Fei laughed even harder.
"That's right, principles are set by those with power, and Chambord City has no power... However, you've forgotten one thing: what is power? Power isn't the rank of a vassal state, nor is it a noble title or your high status; it's fists. The one with the hardest fists has the greatest power." Sun Fei stretched. "You lot, whose fists are harder than mine?"
Upon hearing this, the Alluring Witch Paris laughed, Roman Pavlyuchenko laughed too... and the handsome man in the crowd, who was vaguely holding a small dog with a hind leg disability, also laughed.
The fourth Prince's expression changed.
The next instant, before anyone could react, Sun Fei, who had been smiling just a moment ago, suddenly changed his expression.
"Bah! You bunch of trash think you can pull this trick on me? You want my storage ring? You might have the life to look at it, but not the life to take it!" When His Majesty the King got angry, he was incredibly fierce and rude. With a disdainful sneer on his face, he pointed at the men's noses and cursed them, showing no regard for his King status.
Snap!
Sun Fei raised his eyebrows, and a transparent palm print shot out in the blink of an eye.
"Uh... Pfft..."
The fourth prince Christo, was struck squarely in the cheek by the transparent palm print. Like a watermelon hit by a raging bear, his teeth and blood splattered as he tumbled through the air countless times before crashing heavily against the stone hall wall and sliding helplessly to the ground. His left cheek was visibly swollen like a meat bun, streaked with blood. His once handsome face was now distorted, dripping with blood, and half of his jawbone was clearly shattered—a truly gruesome sight...
"You... dare to hit me?" The Fourth Prince even forgot the pain, staring at Sun Fei in disbelief.
The entire underground hall was deathly silent.