"Little Su Sima, that's not how things are done."
Ma Shuangcheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "How about this? We each take a step back. As long as you hand over all the businesses you seized to my Ronghua Association, I can guarantee that we will give you plenty of face during your term in office."
"Are you telling me how to do my job?"
Su Mu laughed, then his expression suddenly darkened. He enunciated each word, "And who the hell do you think you are?"
"I—"
Ma Shuangcheng's old face flushed red, his chest heaving violently.
"You—"
He was so furious he could barely speak.
'When has he, Ma Shuangcheng, ever suffered such a humiliation?'
'Which of the previous Simas from the East City Bureau would have dared to speak to him, Ma Shuangcheng, like this?'
'Does he really think Ma Shuangcheng is just some common merchant?'
"Listen carefully. I'm not negotiating with you."
