Qin Ye thought long and hard.

What would the Second King Yanluo have done>

He would probably have waged war against them, wouldn’t he? “Are you looking for death? Don’t you think I’ve extended sufficient courtesy to you?

Unfortunately, it was important to keep things as private as possible. A situation was brewing that would potentially affect the entire East Continent. How he handled the upcoming negotiation might well even determine whether Hell would soon have a Forbidden Arts wielding neighbour in future. Sure, nobody might be able to stand in his way if he armed himself with Fate, but… could Qin Ye really be certain that there weren’t darkfeathers from the Aegyptian Underworld hidden within the Black Mamba Underworld?

Besides, how could he be sure that the one rendering aid to the Russian Underworld wasn’t the Aegyptian Underworld itself?

“Hang on…” Just then, he suddenly set down his teacup.

The porcelain cup emitted a crisp clink as it landed on the table.

“Given how things are right now, there’s no choice but to wait…”

He was currently hoping to stir the tiger into action against the wolf. If he didn’t want the tiger to seize the initiative, then he most certainly couldn’t make the first move. Instead, what he needed most was a point of entry through which he could ease into the discussions pertaining to the issue of the Russian Underworld’s Forbidden Arts. As things were, he didn’t have a sufficient agenda to be used as a build-up...