"Heh," Chu Liang chuckled as he showed a faint smile.0

The man before him was Hong Jufeng, the young master of Starhold Island in the East Sea.0

Hong Jufeng was a massive man, his bulky frame resembling a small mountain of flesh as he sat there. His demeanor was domineering and unyielding.0

For someone to act this brazenly on Mount Shu without getting beaten to a pulp, he had to have some serious backing.0

“We should at least discuss how much more we’re expected to give and how it should be handled,” Lin Bei interjected, trying to suppress his anger. He spread his hands and continued, “You can’t just keep silent about it. That puts us in a difficult position.”0

“If it is difficult, then don’t do it.”0

Suddenly, Hong Jufeng stood up. He didn’t even spare Lin Bei a glance as he fixed his gaze solely on Chu Liang. "We came here today out of respect for you. Our demands were clear—you know exactly how much more we want. You can’t agree to the price increase, yet you still expect the job to be done. Tell me, where in the world would you find such a good deal?"0

Hearing this, Chu Liang smiled and shook his head.0

Starhold Island wasn’t just a single island. It was the heart of a powerful sect that controlled nearly a hundred islands in the East Sea, making them a huge...0