Ye Siheng raised an eyebrow and casually gripped the sword handle, showing no fear. "Come at me," he said.
Yue Su froze for a moment. "Ninth Prince, are you giving up so easily? In this situation, shouldn't you negotiate the price again?"
But Ye Siheng replied, "Because you're only worth double the price."
His entire body emitted a chilling aura.
Yue Su's heart trembled slightly, and he subconsciously took a step back. He quickly realized that although Ye Siheng was at the end of his strength, he still had the ability to take them down with him.
Swallowing hard, Yue Su changed his tune, "Double the price is fine, but the Red Leaf Villa has a reputation for being untrustworthy in business. In the future, we will need Ninth Prince's support and care."
Ye Siheng glanced at him indifferently, loosening his grip on the sword handle and toning down his aura. In fact, he had no more energy to fight with. His previous move was just a bluff to suppress them with his aura.