Facing Martin Lee's furious questioning, Edward Zhao replied calmly, "So what if it comes to war? If you, Martin, dare to sever my Zhao Family's future, I swear I'll fight you to mutual destruction!"
"You really are...!" Martin Lee couldn't help but take a deep breath. Edward Zhao's tone was calm, but he could sense that this time, the old man was dead serious. If Martin really dared to touch Ian Song again, the Zhao Family would go to war with the Lees for real.
After a long silence, Martin Lee's tone softened considerably: "But Ian Song is just an outsider. Is this really worth it for you?"
Edward Zhao sneered, "How I act is none of your concern! Besides, my heart and mind are far beyond the reach of someone like you, who only knows schemes and tricks!"
"...You...!"
Martin Lee nearly threw his phone across the room—Edward Zhao's words were just too infuriating.
But in the end, thinking of the bigger picture, he suppressed his anger and asked, "What do you want to finally let this go?"
"One thousand Vital Essence Pills, and ten Innate-grade martial manuals!"
Hearing Edward Zhao's demands, Martin Lee finally snapped. "Edward Zhao, this is extortion!" Sure, the market price of a Vital Essence Pill was only twenty million yuan, and a thousand pills would be just two billion, but these pills were cultivation resources—priceless and impossible to buy even with money.
As for Innate-grade martial manuals, even the lowest tier would spark a bidding war at any auction. Ten manuals together would be worth at least several billion yuan.