The Floral Hall quieted down for a moment; only the sounds of sipping tea and shallow breathing could be heard.
"Twenty percent." Lady Shisan couldn't help but lower her demand. Xiao Qiang, beside her, frowned but said nothing.
Wufu's lips curled slightly. Willing to compromise, that was good.
"Ten percent, that's our lowest offer," Wufu said.
Upon hearing this, Lady Shisan put down her teacup and stood up, saying, "It seems I've come in vain. Since there's no agreement, I'll take my leave." She wasn't feigning retreat as a form of advance but was ready to leave the moment she turned.
Just as she was about to step over the threshold, Wufu's voice came from behind.
"Does Lady Shisan intend to be a pirate for life? Including your descendants, will they all live on the edge for generations?"
Lady Shisan's body shook, and she turned around, glaring sharply at Wufu.
Wufu looked back at her indifferently.
