At this critical juncture, these two bastards still want to negotiate terms?
Break up? Fight to the death?
Who are they fooling!
He let out a cold laugh, ready to speak, but his expression quickly turned serious and solemn.
Instinctively, he straightened his posture, sitting upright and tense.
Because right on the table, Caruso's phone screen silently lit up, like an eye from the distant sky, gazing down at the world below.
Overlooking the mundane world.
He said, "I'm listening."
"..."
In the brief silence, Satria and Caruso exchanged a glance, and finally, Caruso spoke first: "The conflict between the Seven Cities and both of us ultimately arose from business.
But before this, wasn't it true that we three, including Mr. Ji, had no old grievances to speak of?"
A voice from the other end of the phone answered him:
"No."
