"You... What?" Dorian was confused. "Kid, do you know what you are talking about?"
Just moments ago, he had fallen unconscious, certain he would never open his eyes again. Yet now, most of his injuries were gone, healed by someone who looked no older than seventeen, the same age as the so-called geniuses who dominated the Southern Region Championship.
"I'll ask you one more time." Grey asked, this time with a faint smile on his face. "Do you agree to hand over the city lordship to me?"
"No!" Dorian outright refused.
The status of becoming a city lord was something he painstakingly worked day and night to achieve. He shed his blood, sweat, and tears to build his empire among these three cities.
And even if he lost everything, he did not want to lose his own province.
Hearing this, Grey shook his head. "Do you think you are in a position to speak terms? Look at yourself, look into your own body and see for yourself at what state you are."
