Inside the meeting hall, the atmosphere instantly dropped to a freezing point.
Su Yu's cold gaze met Zhao Sen's in mid-air. An unconcealed fire burned in both their eyes.
Su Yu knew full well. 'This old fox is jumping out to make trouble now, and he's definitely targeting me.'
If Li Jingxuan hadn't given him a heads-up beforehand, he might still have been in the dark.
This Great Commander position was originally the goal Zhao Sen was fighting for on behalf of his direct cousin. By swooping in and snatching it, Su Yu had naturally blocked his path and seized his prize.
But to expect him to spit out the juicy prize he'd already claimed and give up the Great Commander position?
'That's absolutely impossible!'
Since they were destined not to be friends, Su Yu's code of conduct had always been simple and direct: good wine for friends, and a shotgun for wolves!
"Commander Zhao, you can be careless with your food, but not with your words."
