Takeda Shikake was instantly flabbergasted. "But, the Kyokyu-nam is one of our most important industries. If we let them take it, the losses will be too great."
Yamamoto Takeshi's head was covered in smoke, and his expression could not be seen clearly. His cold voice was heard. "Let that kid be smug for a few days. It won't be long before he dies without a burial place. At that time, these things will return to our hands."
Takeda Shikake knew that the president was a man of his word. Since he said that the Chinese man would die, he must have a meticulous plan. He naturally did not dare to object.
"Yes, President!"
"..."
At the headquarters of the Fortune Dragon Society.
President Lu Daoquan was practicing Taiji Fist in the courtyard. He wore a white Taoist robe and gave off a sage-like aura.
"President, good news, good news…" Su Qiyun rushed into the courtyard in a hurry, breaking the quiet atmosphere.