"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in the Three-Star Medal or the authority of the Deputy Commander of the Northern Territory," Zhou Yang said without any hesitation, nodding with a polite smile, his demeanor calm and confident.
Song Ning pressed her lips together in a concealed chuckle, rubbing the tip of her nose with her finger.
Zhao Xueqi was caught off guard and her smile froze.
In the face of power and influence, so-called forces of the Martial World and vast wealth are but fleeting clouds. Such an offer would drive anyone mad with desire. Yet, he had just rejected it outright...