Liszt was at a loss for words. Since this summer, no one had dared to show strength to Liszt and give the East Sea Brother One a hard time.
Even the Netherworld Envoy of the Thief Guild had to bend the knee.
It had to be Mr. Aran, couldn't deny it.
"I know many bosses, but they all call me Boss. I don't need anyone's support. Think of your last words; I didn't expect the talks to collapse right from the start."
Liszt couldn't understand but was greatly shocked.
"Do you think that capturing a few watchtowers means the Army has been defeated? You're too naïve. Even if you capture them ten thousand times, we can reclaim them. This is simply insignificant."
The envoy spoke arrogantly.
Liszt was dumbfounded. Mr. Aran was truly impressive, signaled with his hand, and three people were dragged in and chopped up.
The other two envoys were also stunned; their leader was clearly not cut out for negotiations.
