Fang Chenyi nodded. He quite agreed with Billson's point.
"So what was your plan when you couldn't find out who I was?"
Hearing this, Billson scratched his head in embarrassment.
"The higher-ups' orders were to take over the mine directly. If you showed up, we were to negotiate an acquisition with you. To avoid antagonizing Huaxia, their stance was that anything that could be solved with money should be."
Fang Chenyi thought this was a clever approach. To the Poseidon Clan, money was just a number. There was no need to make an enemy of Huaxia, that sleeping lion, over something that could be resolved with cash.
That may have been the official plan, but what Fang Chenyi and his group were met with wasn't a negotiation—it was a hail of bullets.
As if sensing Fang Chenyi's thoughts, Billson dropped to his knees with a THUD. He spoke nervously,
