Xiao Mu supported himself with one hand on the back of the chair, propping up his handsome chin and lowering his eyes. He was waiting for Fatty Wang to give him a reason that could work. Since he acted on his own accord, naturally he wouldn't provide any support.
Fatty Wang raised his head and met Xiao Mu's teasing gaze. "Go all the way, give me another person, and I..."
"Another person to kill my brother?" Xiao Mu retorted.
"Isn't this killing two birds with one stone?" Fatty Wang thought for a moment, preparing to continue persuading Xiao Mu to provide support for subsequent actions. "You sit on your throne, and I can command all of Huaxia. At that time, when we join forces, who can compete with us?"
"Hmm, it sounds good, but why should I take that throne?"
