Chapter 2095: Splitting (2) |
"You're going to renege on the debt?" Lady Star did not look flustered at all as she asked the Huaitang Clan leader.
"It's not reneging, but refusing an unreasonable matter. Everyone here knows how much a ton of blue millet costs outside right now. As for your price, we of the Huaitang Clan cannot accept it."
The Huaitang Clan leader simply sat himself down on a chair, laughing coldly continuously, with an expression that said, "What can you do about me?"
Lady Star did not speak, and her expression was not discernible. In fact, the other Star-Eye Clan members present also did not speak. This silence caused the Huaitang people some unease.
At this moment, shouldn't they have been flying into a rage out of humiliation, or rage rebuking, or seeking help from others?
Why could the Star-Eye Clan seem so calm and composed?
"I think you're playing dumb, aside from making the Huaitang Clan, which has already lost all face today, appear even more despicable, serves no purpose at all."
Lady Star said calmly, pointing at these transport vehicles: "Today, whether your Huaitang Clan wants it or not, you're taking it."
"Haha, I'd like to see how your Star-Eye Clan plans to make us take it today!" The Huaitang Clan leader stood up again, staring fixedly at Lady Star.
Weicu was the Huaitang Clan leader.
"What?"
Weicu looked at his old friend with considerable surprise, somewhat incredulous. At the same time, an extremely bad feeling arose in his heart.
"Loss is loss. Since when did we of the eight heads become so untrustworthy?"
"Yes, Old Weicu. You were the one who proposed the Brave Trial. Now that you've lost, you must keep your promise. In Black Strip, this is only proper."
"If the Star-Eye Clan had lost today and they wanted to refuse payment, saying your previous bet was unreasonable, would you have agreed?"
"Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you, Weicu."
"Just accept it. You can always find a chance to get back at them later."
"Although one hundred million Moonspan Gold is a bit difficult for the Huaitang Clan, you can always scrape it together with some squeezing. Reputation is far more important than this Moonspan Gold!"
The Huaitang people were somewhat dumbfounded. When had all eight heads sided with the Star-Eye Clan?
"What is the meaning of this?" A deputy leader of the Huaitang Clan was already beside himself with anger, jumping up and shouting directly.
Previously, their Huaitang Clan had consistently supported the eight heads. And for so many years, the other races had also held a tacit attitude towards the suppression of the Star-Eye Clan; at the very least, they minded their own business. How could they now all be biased towards the Star-Eye Clan? Was it just because of today's defeat? Did they have to be this realistic?
"It means exactly what you heard." A clan leader said coldly.
"Hurry up, everyone's time is tight." That great expert referee suddenly spoke up, letting everyone know that he, too, stood on the Star-Eye Clan's side.
The atmosphere was solemn. The Huaitang Clan members felt pressure they had never experienced before, even... despair.
This feeling of being bullied and coerced – they had not tasted it for far, far too long.
"Sir, could we speak alone for a moment?"
The Huaitang Clan leader, Weicu, suddenly said to that referee.
Everyone was startled. Weicu walked straight over and whispered a sentence in this great expert's ear.
That great expert was momentarily stunned, then nodded.
The two moved away from the crowd for a distance. No one knew what Weicu had said, but it actually made that great expert smile.
After waiting a few minutes, Weicu walked back, but that great expert did not return. Instead, he waved to the group over there, then glanced at the Star-Eye Clan, turned around, and left.
He just left like that!
This action left the entire Star-Eye Clan somewhat perplexed.
They had made an agreement with this great referee! Now he left without a word. What did it mean?
Weicu walked back, expressionlessly swept his gaze over the Star-Eye Clan people, and then went over to the eight heads, speaking again: "Let's talk alone for a moment."
If it hadn't been for his previous conversation with the great expert referee, the eight heads wouldn't have given Weicu the time of day. But now, they too were extremely curious in their hearts.
The several clan leaders looked at each other, agreed to Weicu's suggestion, and the group left their seats, walking a distance away to stand and talk.
"This is a bit wrong." Cheng Liujin said on the side. The development of events did not seem to be progressing as the Star-Eye Clan had anticipated.
"This old fellow should be trying to convince the eight heads to give up their support for us!" White Robe was practically grinding his teeth.
"The terms we offered should be enough to tempt the eight heads. Let's see how it plays out." Lady Star urged everyone to remain calm and not act rashly while things were still undecided.
Although Weicu was indeed, as White Robe had said, trying to persuade the eight heads to abandon their support for the Star-Eye Clan, the appetites of the eight heads were not so easily satisfied. There was still a possibility they might not reach an agreement.
Through the mask of the Bronze Order Leader, Ye Zhongming watched the masters of the eight heads discussing something in the distance. Something flickered in his eyes.
If Xia Lei, Liang Chuyin, and the others had been by his side, they would have known that their man had developed a strong intent to kill.
Such moments were extremely rare, but each time, they ended in rivers of blood.
In Ye Zhongming's heart, he was far less optimistic than the other Star-Eye Clan members. At the same time, he, who had previously somewhat looked down on the Huaitang Clan, began to take this race seriously again.
Even though they had been hurt to the core, they were still full of danger. With a single misstep, they might still turn around and bite back.
Weicu's discussion with the eight heads took quite a long time. By the time they returned, the hearts of the Star-Eye Clan members gradually sank.
The eight heads wore slightly awkward and cunning expressions on their faces, while on Weicu's face, a hint of a smile even appeared.
Sure enough, things had developed in the worst possible direction.
"Um, we discussed it and felt that your price for selling the blue millet was indeed a bit high. It's unreasonable."
"Yes, that's right. If we do this now, it might set a bad precedent for the future atmosphere in Black Strip City. It would be hard to manage later on."
"The Huaitang Clan has also suffered quite a bit this time. They lost the competition and were hurt to the core. They're exactly at a time when they need to recuperate. As members of Anvil City, you need to learn to help each other."
"Congratulations are in order for you this time. Welcome to becoming one of the nine heads in the future. I'm optimistic about you all."
"We won't let you suffer a loss either. How about this: we'll have the Huaitang Clan take all this grain at twice the market price. That's a total of two million Moonspan Gold. I think this is a very reasonable price. Clan Leader Weicu, what do you think? This is the best result we could get for you."
Weicu smiled, squinted his eyes as he looked at the Star-Eye Clan, and said: "Then thank you all. I'll transfer these two million to the Star-Eye Clan right away."