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The young kid was in a bad mood. He had always had the right to speak on the negotiation table. No matter what weakness of his the other party had gotten hold of, he had never compromised. Even when his father and mother's whereabouts were unknown because of Louis, he was still in the most favorable situation. No matter what happened, he had never let himself be in an inferior position. This was the first time he had felt helpless.

He had no way to deal with Mo Jue. There were only a few ways to negotiate, using fame, reputation, and weaknesses. He had already lost the upper hand since Ye Wei was in his hands.

He might be able to argue with him if he had the weakness of Mo Jue, but he couldn't find any. This time, he was entirely lost on what to do. He could not threaten him to bombard the Mafia as well.