"Alright, I've presented my token of sincerity. Are you satisfied with my gift?"
"Of course, if you're not, I can always exchange it for another one."
Chen Pingchuan's deep, magnetic voice echoed continuously throughout the silent hall. He then slowly raised his eyes, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room.
Anyone his gaze touched felt as if they had plunged into an ice cave. They all lowered their heads in fear, not daring to meet his eyes, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Even Li Laoqi, who was usually so vicious and arrogant, now wore an embarrassed expression, too timid to speak.
The person who appeared most composed was the leader of the mysterious group, Special Envoy Xue. Even as Chen Pingchuan spoke, offering the head of one of his own men as a gift, Special Envoy Xue maintained an expression as placid as still water.
Inside, however, he was in turmoil.
