"Since you're talking about free trade, fine.
Get that so-called 'Divine Artisan' out here.
I want to see just who this master is. Someone who doesn't even know the unwritten rules, yet dares to set up shop in East Sea City."
"The master... is still on his way."
Although Long Xiao was terrified, he didn't back down. "If Young Master Su is willing to wait, then please, have some tea."
Su Jian let out a cold laugh. He wasn't annoyed, merely leaning back in his chair, his long, slender fingers drumming a steady rhythm on the armrest.
"Fine, I'll wait.
I'm going to find out today whether you actually have an ace up your sleeve or if you're just running a bluff.
If the person who shows up isn't important enough..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but the killing intent in his narrowed eyes was almost tangible.
Time ticked by, second by second.
