"Do you think I might agree? Or do you truly believe the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce is afraid of the Mingwu Clan?"
"Truly undying?" Ye Ming slowly rose, a murderous aura surging around him.
"Wanna try?" Ah Lan raised an eyebrow, eyes fearless.
As a player, the worst outcome is at most a temporary closure of the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce, but its solid foundation behind it remains unshakable, so why fear Ye Ming's threat?
Upon hearing this, Ye Ming suddenly laughed, and all the murderous intent and oppressive feeling receded like a tide.
"No need to try. It seems my clan cannot deal with you, so let's talk."
Realizing that Ye Ming was just applying extreme pressure, Ah Lan also laughed along, knowing the other party was the real decision-maker of the Ye Ming Clan, clearly not a brute relying solely on force.
"Speak, what exactly do you want?" Ye Ming asked with interest.
