In the face of Truman Ridge and the Saint Heir's standoff, the tycoons of Five-river Province dared not speak.
One was Truman Ridge, rich enough to rival a nation, the founder of the Boulevard League, and could easily kill Miguel Abbott and Stanislaus Potter.
The other was an enigmatic Western elder who, at a glance, appeared to be formidable.
Having clawed their way to their current positions, these men were as cunning as foxes—they would never recklessly talk or take sides.
Observing in silence at this moment was the best choice.
"Truman Ridge, I need an explanation," the Saint Heir, eyeing the swordsman in green before him, finally compromised.
They were not yet secure in their position, and it seemed Truman Ridge had a powerful backer, so it was best not to offend him for the time being.
They would wait for an opportunity to strike when they were about to set foot in Five-river Province.
