The following day.
"How is it?" Jun Wu asked, his sharp gaze fixed on Elder Peng, who stood stiffly before him.
"Young Master," Elder Peng replied, his voice laced with suppressed fury, "they refused. I tried to be reasonable with them, but those piles of shit dared not give me any face."
Jun Wu leaned back in his chair, his expression calm, though a storm flickered faintly in his eyes. "Tell me the clan names."
To say he wasn't furious would be a lie. But he knew…
Anger was useless here.
Dwelling on spilled milk would not make any difference, and Jun Wu was not the type to lash out blindly.
He preferred to move with precision.
Besides, he already knew these clans were nothing but lackeys, pawns dancing to the tune of a greater mastermind.
"Young Master," Elder Peng said solemnly, "They are the Chen clan, the Lian clan, and the Han clan."
Jun Wu's gaze sharpened slightly.
Those were not small fry.
