The tiny space could barely accommodate two people. It was dark and gloomy, lit only by a small lamp placed on a table. To either side of the table sat the Third Prince and a big fat man.
At that mont, the Third Prince was looking dully at the fat man in front of him, who was sweating profusely. The man’s large, flat face, his eyes narrowed to slits by the surrounding fat, and his body were all squished awkwardly by the cramped space. Though the cook was fat, he was also robust. As for this man, he was so obese his neck was already too thick to lower his head easily.
"You fat fool! Didn’t you guarantee there would be no mistakes? But I’ve heard that Long Yi is still alive in the college!"
The Third Prince growled in a low voice.
"Oh Your Highness, the Third Prince, the affair ain’t entirely our fault. Based on your information, I chose the most suitable assassin. My assassins did attempt the kill, aiming at every man’s weakness, but Long Yi was even well-prepared there, hence, the failure is not our fault. However, you’ve said that this Long Yi’s strength is only at Tier 9 Fighting Aura, with just a few tricks that can montarily bring his strength to Tier 18 Fighting Aura. But our two assassins imbued with Dragon Mark both t their deaths by his hand, and two valuable Rock-traversing Dragons were torn and burned to cinder by him. This is inconsistent with the information you provided!"
The fat man was wiping the sweat off his face with a handkerchief, a servile smile spreading across his face, he struggled to breathe as if he was gasping for air in this confined space.
"So, this is my fault? Do you always act based only on the client’s description? I don’t believe you would act so recklessly without conducting your own investigation!"
The Third Prince retorted angrily.
"That’s why we Blood Coagulation didn’t ask for any compensation from you!"
The fat man chuckled, his expression apparently more obsequious.
"Are you suggesting I should compensate you?"
The Third Prince was even more irate.
"Initially, we did plan that. But we figured this wasn’t entirely your fault so we decided to hold off. After all, you’ve just recovered from a grave illness and the Emperor gave you a large sum of money as comfort. However, you’ve managed to contact that shady old man privately. Hmm, he is always one to drive a hard bargain, not as reasonable as us, Blood Coagulation."
The fat man was wiping the sweat off his face more intensively, panting heavily now as though his energy was completely drained.
"You’ve been spying on ?"
The Third Prince suddenly sat upright, his gaze fixed on the fat man.
"No no, Your Highness the Third Prince, you are mistaken. We don’t just spy on you. We spy on everyone we deem worthy of our attention. That includes you, Long Yi, or your esteed father. Let put it this way; except for the Dragon Knight Tower, we have informants in every corner of the White Dragon Empire. As long as we will it, the movents of everyone are under our surveillance, just like your secretive dealings with that old man which we’ve docunted."
The fat man continued to speak with a smile.
"What!"
The Third Prince sprang to his feet in shock.
"Stay calm, Your Highness, we absolutely won’t tell anyone. You see, the Blood Coagulation not only functions within the White Dragon Empire, but we also stand to gain from whatever happens here. Of course, you need not worry about us spilling your secrets because that brings us no benefit. In short, do as you please. We truly don’t mind."
The fat man was panting more rapidly, the confinent in the space adding difficulty to his breathing.
"You’re threatening ."
The Third Prince sat back down slowly, his eyes glinted with a cold light.
"If Your Highness insists on seeing it that way..." The obese man suddenly opened his eyes and laughed. "Then let’s say you are right. Take it as a threat, if that makes you feel better."
The Third Prince was taken aback. All of a sudden, he saw a fleeting cold gleam in the obese man’s eyes. Although it was faint, it sent chills down his spine.
He wants to kill ! This fat bastard, he wants to kill !
The Third Prince was enraged but there was nothing he could do because, at that mont, he was nothing more than an ordinary man who had lost his strength. After his brutal attack on Long Yi, he, supported by various valuable dicines, had recovered from the brink of death but also lost most of his power. However, he also knew that even his forr strength would still be insignificant to this obese man. This man chose not to kill him, not because of his royal status, but because he still held so value to the man.
Thinking of this, a cold, derisive smile ford in the prince’s mind. In his heart, he thought: "And who says I’m not using you? When everything goes as planned, do you think I will let you live?"
The Third Prince exhaled, straightened his body, arranged his clothes, and without another word, turned around to open the door and left the cramped space. The obese man on the opposite side swayed and retreated a few steps, allowing his massive girth so space . He finally managed to take a deep breath, his eyes following the direction of the departing prince. A scornful and derisive smile ford at the corners of his mouth.
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