1112 The Zhan Family Requests an Alliance (1/2)

The three could not help but be stunned. Never would they have thought that Jun Mo Xie would actually utter such cold words! If those words were spread to the outside world, the Evil Monarch Manor would probably turn into the public enemy of the entire pugilistic world or even the entire continent!

Normally, the three of them would be ecstatic with joy. They were just worried that they had nothing to use against the Evil Monarch Manor, and Jun Mo Xie had actually handed them such a great gift!

However, with the War for Seizing the Heavens so close, they could not afford to lose the battle strength of the Evil Monarch Manor. If the Evil Monarch Manor really announced that they were unwilling to join the war, that would directly equate to a loss on the side of the humans.

The three of them looked at each other and instantly understood the meaning behind this. This little thief Jun Mo Xie had most likely lost control of his emotions for some unknown reason and came to look for them to vent his anger. Otherwise, there was no reason for him to go off on them like that. Unfortunately, the timing now was extremely sensitive; otherwise, it would be an excellent time to get rid of the Evil Monarch Manor, given that they had been provided with a perfect and righteous reason. But now, they could only endure helplessly!

Today, we've come here looking for this fellow to discuss serious matters. However, it's simply just playing the lute to a cow, and there won't be any results no matter what!

If they continued discussing like this, there would really be no turning back, without any possibility of progressing, with the talk completely breaking down!

Once the talk broke down, the consequences were not something that anyone could handle!

This fellow right now was simply like a keg of explosives which would explode with the slightest trigger!

He was even a super huge keg of explosives that if ignited, would definitely end with the death of many people!

”Since Manor Lord Jun is in a bad mood today, we will talk about this another day. This matter concerns the lives of the people, and the future of the continent. It cannot be taken lightly!” After saying that, the three of them stood up to leave.

”Who said that I'm in a bad mood? My mood is extremely good! Terrifically good!” Jun Mo Xie widened his eyes, and his posture was as if he was about to start killing at anytime.

The three pretended that they didn't hear him, taking his words as mere fart. Snorting lightly, they turned around.

”You will talk because you want to talk, and leave when you want to? Where is there such a good thing? Let me tell you honestly; after today, this daddy will not have the energy to chatter with the few of you anymore! Talk?! Talk your granny's head!”

Young Master Jun had a bellyful of anger and nowhere to vent it. His hands were itchy, and his blood was restless. It was as if he needed to kill a few people to calm his emotions down. Staring vehemently at the three's disappearing backview, he roared after them. It was as if he was saying 'Hurry up and talk back to me ah! If you dare to talk back to me, I will kill you!'

Mo Wu Dao and the others' mental strength were truly formidable; pretending that they heard anything, they completely disappeared into the distance.

After screaming and shouting for some time, Young Master Jun could be said to have vented a bit of his anger. Sitting down huffily on the table, he started to boil half a pot of tea. Just when he was about to start drinking, he heard a voice outside. ”Young Master, Zhan Wu Feng of the Zhan Family from the Misty Illusory Manor seeks an audience!”

”Let them in!” Jun Mo Xie banged the teacup on the table and placed his leg on the table in a ruffian-ish manner.

”Erm… Manor Lord Jun?” Zhan Wu Feng came in with two Saint Emperors, and the instant they stepped through the door, they saw this Evil Monarch drinking fiercely from his cup and shaking his legs like a common rogue, sitting atop the table as he looked at them. That gaze in his eyes was as if a ferocious lion of the plains had seen three wild rabbits.

Eh? Is this person really that same Evil Monarch we saw in the hall? There doesn't seem to be anything similar about him from his demeanor and manner of speaking… it can't be an impersonator, right?

”En, experts of the Zhan Family of the Misty Illusory Manor, please sit!” Jun Mo Xie forced a smile onto his face as he greeted. At the same time, he thought in his heart. The lineup from the Misty Illusory Manor seemed to be somewhat odd. It should have been enough for Miao Zhan, Miao Dao and Miao Jian to come. But what are these people of the Zhan Family here for as well? It seems to be a bit redundant to send so many people?

Could this be a ploy by Miao Jing Yun, borrowing a knife to kill someone? But they hadn't said anything about it, ah…

”Zhan Wu Feng does not dare to claim the title of an expert in front of Manor Lord Jun. This time, we have come here, wishing only to propose a possibility of a cooperation between our two factions.” Zhan Wu Feng furrowed his brows, not knowing if he should sit or stand.

This Evil Monarch truly had a strange way of receiving his guests. He was sitting atop the table himself… so what were they as the guests supposed to do? It wouldn't be respectful to stand, but if they sat, wouldn't they be sitting beneath him?

The two Saint Emperors at the back instantly had looks of rage on their faces! This Jun Mo Xie was truly too rude!

”Cooperate?” Jun Mo Xie tilted his head. ”What kind of cooperation?”

Zhan Wu Feng felt as if he had eaten a fly, and he loosened his collar uncomfortably. He had taken the initiative to seek a cooperation, and this could already be considered giving the other party a great deal of face. Who would have thought that this fellow would behave in such an overbearing manner, as if the Zhan Family were there to suck up to him.