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Jiang Chen had already acquired three of the Seven Divine Artifacts: the Five Element Spirit Orbs, the Heaven-Cleaving Axe, and the Kunlun Divine Mirror, without spending a single cent. This time, he intended to offer one hundred billion dollars to the Blood Clan for the Divine Bone Order, which was already a generous offer. The value of one hundred billion dollars far exceeded that of the Divine Bone Order for the Blood Clan. Moreover, the Divine Bone Order originally belonged to Huaxia; a century ago, when Huaxia was weak, countless treasures from Huaxia ended up overseas.
Jiang Chen's patience was limited. Once he decided not to negotiate with money anymore, the Blood Clan would only have regret to contend with. His words detonated like a bomb.
Monroe grew anxious; Jiang Chen's arrogance had not only persisted but intensified today. However, Monroe felt helpless and did not know what to do.
Brower’s expression darkened like a deep abyss, filled with frost, and his anger surged uncontrollably. “I see you’re not here to trade but to provoke,” Brower slammed his hand on the table angrily.
“I am here to trade, but that depends on your willingness to recognize the situation. If you refuse to see reason, then there’s no need for a transaction. The Divine Bone Order originally belongs to Huaxia; it was taken by you Westerners back then, and now I am merely reclaiming it from you. It’s only fair. My final offer is one hundred million dollars. If you agree, you can still make some profit; if not, there’s nothing more to discuss,” Jiang Chen replied.
“You’re the one who doesn’t know your place. You’re just a young man; even if you have Huaxia Martial Arts backing you, you have no right to be arrogant in front of me. Don’t think I’m unaware of your Huaxia Martial Arts; it has been in decline for over a century and is hardly a threat now. Calling it a scattered mess would be flattering. I’ll give you one last chance: get out immediately, or you won’t leave my office alive today,” Brower said coldly, suppressing his raging fury.
“Then it seems there’s nothing more to say between us. Since you’re unwilling to trade, I can save some money,” Jiang Chen said with a faint smile as he casually drew on Brower’s solid wooden desk.
“Get out!” Brower suddenly stood up, pointing at the door with fury. He didn’t want to get too involved with Huaxia Martial Arts; otherwise, he would have killed Jiang Chen long ago.
Jiang Chen smiled lightly, his fingers ceasing their doodling on the desk as he slowly stood up and glanced at Brower. “Are you afraid of fire?” he suddenly asked a seemingly nonsensical question.
“Heh, do you plan to use fire against us?” Brower scoffed.
Jiang Chen nodded seriously.
“Ridiculous,” Brower laughed heartily as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world.
Just as Brower finished speaking, flames suddenly erupted from his desk, startling him into retreating hastily. The fire blazed fiercely and quickly reduced his desk to ashes.
Brower was dumbfounded.
Monroe was also stunned.
“Did you do this?” Brower snapped back to reality and glared at Jiang Chen.
“Those who don’t recognize their own worth often end up like this desk—vanishing from the Earth,” Jiang Chen said with a calm smile, his nonchalant demeanor causing even Brower's contemptuous expression to grow serious.
This was rather strange; the fire did not resemble the flames he was accustomed to seeing. Deep within Brower's heart, an involuntary sense of fear began to rise.
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