"I've come to ask you a question," the Godfather sat in the Arabian-style chair, his gaze sharp and icy, "between the country and a beauty, which would you choose?"
Third Young Master Jun's shoulder injury still hadn't healed, and he was quite shocked by the sudden arrival of Su Feiman.
But he quickly calmed down.
"The answer to that question is..." Third Young Master Jun lifted his head proudly, his natural nobility and haughtiness fully revealed, exuding the aura of a sovereign, "I want both the country and the beauty. Incompetent people could only choose one, while those who are strong enough can possess both without compromise."
His voice was like the sound of striking metal, forceful and resonating, full of confidence and determination. It echoed in the empty room, leaving a startling impact.
Su Feiman's eyes, sharp yet restrained, narrowed slightly, and he didn't speak for a while, but the atmosphere in the room suddenly became dangerous.
