Young Master (3)

But…

Only after finishing his words did that person notice that Meng Fusheng was drenched in sweat and had narrowed his eyes dangerously at the smiling Gong Zhiyu.

"Idiot." Meng Fusheng gritted his teeth as he glared at that presumptuous member. After taking a deep breath, he suppressed that strange feeling arising in his chest and lifted his head to look at Gong Zhiyu.

"If the second young master Gong intended to hold a peaceful discussion, why the need to use the art of verbal seduction."

Meng Fusheng's words startled the entire Blood Tribe.

The art of verbal seduction was a very mysterious ability. It was a natural-born ability, and there was no way to nurture such a skill. People who were naturally gifted in the art of verbal seduction could make anyone agree with just about anything they said. Their powers of persuasion were such that even their enemies would change their minds and agree with them, regardless of whatever nonsense they spouted.