"Marquis Darius, here's the magic contract." Leonard snapped his fingers. Soon, Curtis promptly retrieved a contract and placed it on the table for Darius.
"Where's the pen?" Leonard suddenly scolded.
"Do you expect the Marquis to write his signature in blood to demonstrate his righteousness and honor to the citizens of Velastra?"
"Apologies, Crown Prince." Curtis bowed his head and hurriedly retrieved an ink pen and handed it over to Darius.
With the pen practically shoving into his face, Darius's face twitched uncontrollably.
Motherfucker!
He resisted his extreme urge to curse and punch Leonard in the face.
This was no longer coercion, but a blatant threat that if he didn't sign, he would be bleeding.
That despicable, friendly smile was truly damnable!
'Colluded with a gold rank merchant to steal my women, raid my base, eliminate my network, and now you even want me to cough up my hard-earned wealth?!!' Darius bit his lips fiercely, causing some blood to leak out.
