Liar, liar, pants on fire.

If only he would touch his heart and do a proper stock check on the number of such shameful deeds he had done to date, he would probably wish he had some place to hide his face.

What were his principles? Run from all who are stronger, and if running is impossible, then employ deception and smokescreens.

In short, nothing was out of the question. So long as it could guarantee his survival, he was willing to do practically anything.

He fully appreciated the kind of delicate predicament he was in.

Perhaps the only other skill he had that was comparable to his survival instincts was his ability to tap on the economy of others to Hell’s advantage. He was no different from an expert opportunist or a seasoned hunter that would lie silently in wait until it was time to land the killing blow and seize all glory and honor.

“3.6 billion Yin spirit stones…” His eyes flickered excitedly in the darkness, and he licked his lips as he slowly began to transform into a wave of Yin energy, “Now that I’ve done everything I can to seize a fraction of their military budget, then… it’s time to bring this factionized tussle to its conclusion once and for all…”

“This is going to be the first international trade conference. I’m most certainly looking forward to it. With your intelligence, you’ll soon discover the true reason for this splendid launch event which had you guys dancing at the top of my fingers. So… what’s your move tomorrow?”

The second afternoon, at 2.00 p.m. A majestic horn sounded at Hell’s Gate, and all feudal officials immediately drifted out of their rooms to...