Most of the people in the hall had dispersed. The Sword King was about to leave when he heard Dudian’s words. He turned around and looked at the black-haired youth sitting on top of him, he smiled: “It is his good fortune that the chairman likes him. I am very willing to offer him to you. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Thank you.”
Sword King turned to the servant: “Black Crow, since the chairman thinks highly of you, you should follow the chairman. Don’t lose my face. Do you understand?”
Black crow nodded: “I understand.”He turned to Dudian: “Black Crow is willing to follow the chairman to the death.”
