Just as Lu Tianxing felt uncomfortable, there was another person who wasn't feeling particularly at ease either. This person was none other than Huang Fuhu, President of the Modu Sky Alliance.
At this moment, Huang Fuhu sat on the couch, his brows furrowed into a Sichuan character. The cigarette in his hand was about to burn his fingers, but he seemed unaware, his brows locked together, deep in thought.
Not far from Huang Fuhu, a young man sat on the sofa, his face wearing a faint smile with an air of arrogance, making it clear at a glance that he considered himself above everyone else.
"President Huangfu, have you made up your mind? If we don't join forces, I'm afraid it won't be long before your daughter swallows up your Sky Alliance," Mr. Duan said, looking at Huang Fuhu with a smile on his face.