Upon hearing Lu Wufei's words, Yue Rong King, who was about to pour wine, paused, the pouring liquor hanging suspended in mid-air. "Bai Lang," he queried, gazing at Lu Wufei, "You mean to...?"
Lu Wufei grinned and responded straightforwardly, "Literally speaking. Many businesses in the City of Ten Thousand Demons make a fortune daily. I'm offering you a share - whether your subordinates run the businesses or mine do it on behalf of you..."
Yue Rong King had quite some understanding about the City of Ten Thousand Demons.
He had personally visited it many times before.
The demons under his rule were particularly fond of the City of Ten Thousand Demons.
They frequented the city, accumulating various supplies and spiritual medicines that couldn't be found on the Endless Cliff.
He was well aware of the prosperity in the City of Ten Thousand Demons.
