"Heh..." Jun Moyan chuckled coldly.
"You rob my merchandise, you injure my people—this is your way of inviting me?"
"I said it was a misunderstanding. No discord, no concord, right? So, I’ll apologize to this little brother on my behalf, okay?" Xu Xiao spoke, glancing at the man in white standing behind Jun Moyan.
He took a drag of his cigarette, brought his hands together in apparent sincerity, and said with a beaming smile, "I’m really sorry about that."
The man in white gave him a glance and ignored him.
Xu Xiao didn’t mind and, after taking another puff of his cigarette, continued, "I’ve heard that the Third Young Master Jun isn’t on good terms with his family..."
Before Xu Xiao could finish, he received a warning look from Jun Moyan.
With a hurried laugh he said, "Don’t get me wrong, I have no other intentions. I just think that with your current power and wealth, you could have a better support system. Nothing else—just mutual aid, you know."
Seeing Jun Moyan reject the offer so flatly, Xu Xiao’s expression soured.
He took another drag, exhaled a perfect ring of smoke, and said with an implied threat, "Then I won’t beat around the bush. The higher-ups have spoken—if you don’t play ball, your transportation routes won’t be so easy to travel anymore."
Jun Moyan scoffed disdainfully.
"You dare to reach so far?"
"Then, I wonder how New compares to the Baiming Sect?"
"The Baiming Sect?!" Xu Xiao’s cigarette-holding hand paused. His brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at Jun Moyan with a hint of puzzlement.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You dare to invite me to join you without even knowing who I am?"
Xu Xiao’s frown deepened. He scrutinized Jun Moyan with a mix of skepticism. After a long moment, he asked, somewhat uncertainly, "Have you joined the Baiming Sect?"
Jun Moyan didn’t speak, as if confirming it by his silence.
"How could you join the Baiming Sect?" Xu Xiao was somewhat incredulous.
Although Jun Moyan was no saint, the question was how could he join a malevolent force like the Baiming Sect, known for its unscrupulous ways.
With his resources and wealth, wouldn’t joining the Baiming Sect be akin to self-destruction?
And, in the fifteen minutes they’d spent together, Jun Moyan didn’t seem to him like the type who would abandon all moral standards.
Furthermore, Xu Xiao’s investigation had revealed no connection between Jun Moyan and the Baiming Sect.
"Didn’t you say ’the bird chooses the tree it rests in’? As long as it shelters from the wind, what does it matter if it’s black or white?"
Xu Xiao watched Jun Moyan for a while, then picked up a drink from the table and began to sip.
After pondering in silence for a moment, he set the cup down, placing his right hand habitually on the table.
His demeanor changed from what it was before; he put on a smile, even a flattering one, and looked at Jun Moyan: "It seems all this was truly a misunderstanding. I apologize, on my behalf and theirs. Let’s consider it no discord, no concord, and call it friendship. What do you say?"
The corners of Jun Moyan’s mouth twisted into a meaningful, faint smile.
Xu Xiao thought that a smile from Jun Moyan meant that the matter could be settled.
After all, offending the Baiming Sect was not a wise move.
Though the Baiming Sect was a new power and maybe didn’t have the foundation and influence they had, it was unquestionably a difficult and troublesome opponent. With someone like Jun Moyan joining them, it was hard to say what other formidable individuals might be lurking within. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel•fire.net
Just as Xu Xiao thought they could bury the hatchet with a smile, Jun Moyan’s expression changed abruptly the next moment.
The smile vanished from his face, his eyes turned icy cold, and were filled with murderous intent.