With my strength, there really was no need to return to South City.
A Grandmaster could become an honored guest anywhere. Being supported by powerful families, leading overseas organizations, or ruling entire regions were all possible paths.
Marshall Clive looked utterly hopeless. He glanced at me with pleading eyes.
"If you can help me through this crisis, I am willing to give you 20% of the Clive family's shares!" Marshall gritted his teeth.
I laughed. "Really?"
"Absolutely true!" Marshall replied urgently.
Compared to his life, money meant nothing at all!
I nodded. "Alright, I agree."
Not far away, Scarface couldn't help but sneer. "You really don't know how to live, even daring to challenge me when you know I'm a Grandmaster?"
I laughed. "I can't help it, Mr. Clive offered too much money, and it's hard to refuse."
"Moreover... I'm quite curious to see the true strength of a Grandmaster," I added indifferently.
