"I, Zhao Shiren, have come to see Shi Da Dangjia."
Upon being led into the Unity Hall of Phoenix Village, Zhao Shiren ignored the malicious stares from the bandits lining the room. With a demeanor neither servile nor arrogant, he clasped his fists and bowed in greeting to Shi Potian.
Clearly, he was a man of courage and conviction.
"Do you know why I agreed to see you?" Shi Potian asked nonchalantly, shifting his position on the tiger-skin throne.
Zhao Shiren smiled, full of confidence. He replied with perfect composure, "Because Shi Da Dangjia is no short-sighted man. Why would he turn the God of Wealth away?"
"Wrong!" Shi Potian sneered, his smile dripping with contempt. "I just wanted to see the face of the man my young master ordered me to kill. Drag him out and behead him."
The moment he finished speaking, two bandits rushed forward, pinned Zhao Shiren by his arms, and began to drag him away.
