Chapter 1635 Prickling Conversation
Rui's eyes sharpened. Now he understood why he could feel everybody's eyes on him. It made sense; who wouldn't want to witness such an exciting meeting?
The young man was smirked with a hint of mischief. "What's the matter, Senior Quarrier? Cat got your tongue?"
"As I was saying," Rui continued. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Chairman Decker."
"Come now, you needn't be so formal, Senior Quarrier," The young man chuckled. "I know you so well and have known you for so long that we're practically already friends."
"I, on the other hand, learned your name less than a minute ago," Rui replied calmly. "Perhaps we should address each other as what we are: strangers with no relationship to each other." The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
"Ah, but you're the man who killed my father after he hunted you for nine years," The man smirked mischievously. "This may be the first time we've met, but our paths have crossed each other's for a long time."
The atmosphere grew colder.
Rui raised an eyebrow. "Friendships involve trust. I'm afraid what we have doesn't come anywhere even remotely close."
"True," The man remarked, nodding. "Still, everything starts somewhere. Regardless, I am content with just making your acquaintance today. For now, let us focus on the event that we have gathered here today."
Rui glanced around; the convention hall had grown even more densely filled as even more guests entered one after the other with their own Martial Artist bodyguards. Each of them wore tailored suits and scrupulously groomed appearances. They possessed an invisible weight to them that wasn't nearly as pronounced as the pressure that Martial Artists exerted, yet it existed.
It was a pressure that came with the power to impact nations with a single command. Its indirectness meant that it did not directly convey itself the way it did for Martial Artists, but Rui was not fooled. Each of the people here was an elite of the international economy and market and was not to be trifled with, even for him.
Eventually, a door at the end of the conventional hall opened. A woman with golden hair and golden eyes walked through, followed by two Martial Master bodyguards. Her attire was business-oriented, yet an exorbitant Royal crest was embroidered onto the chest area of her attire.
"Her Highness Princess Rafia Leoufil Kandria has arrived."
Every member of the Convention Hall bowed in adherence to the code of conduct when graced by a member of the Royal Family.
