The scene was silent.

All eyes were currently on Mr Iwasaki. Meanwhile, the three others who had just moments ago displayed some measure of fear towards Qin Ye had subconsciously and tacitly moved into a triangular formation, surrounding Iwasaki Kyouya in their midst.

“You know me?” The old man finally spoke. He truly deserved every bit of his reputation as the heir to the Mitsubishi Corporation that had reigned supreme over all of their other competition in the markets for decades. To think he was able to maintain a calm expression on his face when faced with such otherworldly threats. There wasn’t even a single tremor in his voice.

“I’ve seen you on the papers and on television. That said, it’s the first time I’ve met you in person.” Qin Ye smiled.

Iwasaki Kyouya didn’t say much more. After all, someone with his status had the privilege of access to information that wouldn’t otherwise be available to the average man on the street. After all, in a society founded upon capitalism, the drivers of the economy were just as important and influential than the government itself.

He deliberated for three full minutes before he finally responded, “When I first learnt of the reemergence of the Obsidian Heaven’s Eye Bowl, I was immediately reminded of the instructions left behind by my ancestors - this is an invaluable Nipponese treasure, and it is the duty of the Iwasaki Clan to protect and safeguard it. This was why...