Charles thought for a moment, then slowly nodded.
Right after, Harbor sent that golden contract in front of Charles.
Charles looked at the shining contract. He didn't sign it right away. Instead, he glanced at Harbor from the corner of his eye and said,
"I can sign this deal to freeze the fight between us for now. But do we really need to freeze it for so long? Do you honestly think we won't settle this in the Atacama Desert?"
Harbor kept the same cold look on his face.
He asked flatly, "Then what do you want?"
Charles smiled.
"Simple. I think a 14-day truce is enough. In those two weeks, we can get ourselves ready. Honestly, when this fight broke out, neither of us was prepared.
So, we can wait until after those 14 days for the real showdown. By then, both of us will be at our best. That will be the true moment to decide victory, and even life or death."
Harbor, expressionless, changed the terms on the contract.
