This was precisely the effect he was aiming for.
To use his unique skills to leverage the entire underground resource network of East Sea City for his own benefit.
Looking at the three men's fanatical gazes, Han Feng knew it was time to lay down the rules.
He held up a third finger, his voice suddenly turning ice-cold, filled with an authority that allowed no room for doubt.
"Third, and the final point."
"My time is precious. I have no time to deal with every Tom, Dick, and Harry."
He scanned Long Xiao's messy shop, finally pointing at him and saying, word by word:
"From this day forward, Uncle Long, you will be my sole agent in the Black Market."
Long Xiao's body shuddered. He pointed at his own nose and asked in disbelief:
"Me?"
"That's right."
Han Feng nodded.
"In the future, aside from your Mad Blade Mercenary Corps, anyone else who wants custom equipment from me must go through Uncle Long."
"I will give you the authority and standards for assessing value."
