A sharp chill came from his neck. Mr. Ge trembled slightly and did not dare to move. He was afraid that if he made even the slightest move, the sharp blade that Fujiwara pointed at his throat would cut his skin without hesitation.
Cold sweat broke out on Mr. Ge's back. His face instantly turned pale, but he still managed to remain calm. He silently raised his head to look at Fujiwara across from him. Only then did he realize that Fujiwara's eyes were extremely gloomy.
"I'm not a person who will accept threats. You're quite brave. Do you know who you're negotiating with right now?" Fujiwara said coldly.
Mr. Ge glanced at the cold and shiny sharp sword. Soon, his gaze stopped on Fujiwara's cold and stern face, "Master Fujiwara, I came here with great sincerity. I don't think there's a need for such a gesture, right? Besides, it wouldn't be very good if this were to spread. Bullying others with power isn't something that you, Master Fujiwara, would do."
