"We're all friends here, saying it's an attack might be a bit much."
Lu Liang smiled, paused, and added, "But it seems the Ming Sect won in the end, so the situation is similar."
While cattle and sheep flock together, the tiger walks alone. If you have the strength to dialogue equally, you wouldn't need to huddle for warmth.
Even Li Xiang, with monthly sales of nearly ten thousand units of the three hundred thousand 'one' and four hundred thousand 'L9,' struggles. Let alone those companies barely reaching ten thousand combined monthly sales.
The Tianxing System, as a platform, holds all the advantages, and time is on their side, so Lu Liang respects Mr. Lei regarding the six sects besieging Bright Summit.
In his view, it now feels more like a tribute where small country delegations discuss reducing next year's tributes.
Lei Jun chuckled, "Mr. Lu, you're really not humble."
"I'd like to be low-key, but my strength doesn't allow it, because that's the reality."
