Sitting on the sofa chair taken out from the dimensional ring, legs crossed and holding a cigar, Pei Yan watched Bailang, approaching slowly with a gloomy face in the hazy rain, with cold eyes but said nothing.
"Mr. Shitang, the situation has developed to this point, which neither of us wished to see. We've restrained our actions for the smooth advancement of our cooperation. I have already ordered my subordinates to make concessions during the spar. The goodwill we've released for the greater picture of cooperation should not become a target for ridicule or mistakenly regarded as a symbol of weakness!" Bailang's words were forceful, echoing in the courtyard and resonating among the Demon Race present, prompting all the Demon Race soldiers to shout in unison to bolster their morale.
"To hell with your greater picture of cooperation!" Pei Yan lightly raised his arm, exhaled smoke, and moved lazily in the sofa chair, cursing.
