The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

While Mo Fang was sizing up Mona, Mona was also sizing him up.

There was neither contempt nor curiosity in those alluring eyes.

There is a detached scrutiny, as if looking at an inanimate object.

A few seconds later, she covered her mouth and let out a string of silvery laughter.

"Please sit down."

She raised her hand, gesturing for Mo Fang to sit on the other side of the conference table.

Mo Fang nodded without being polite.

He had seen too many beautiful women and had long since developed a high level of immunity to them.

But he had to admit that the woman in front of him was the most aggressively beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Every smile and frown is deadly allure.

Every subtle movement seemed to have been rehearsed a thousand times, precisely striking the heartstrings of every man.

Unfortunately, he wasn't there to admire beauty.

Mo Fang walked to the table and reached out to pull out the heavy solid wood chair.

Just as he bent down, about to sit down...

An extreme, chilling threat of death enveloped him completely without warning.

It felt as if an invisible blade was pressed against the skin of his neck, and if he made any further unnecessary movements, he would be instantly decapitated.

Mo Fang's heart skipped a beat.

But his hand holding the chair didn't tremble, and he didn't stop moving as he prepared to sit down.

It's as if we never discovered it from beginning to end.

He remained calm and composed.

Even though he felt a sharp blade pressed against his neck, Mo Fang felt no discomfort whatsoever, as if nothing had happened.

Just before his body touched the chair, the murderous intent that could freeze one's soul suddenly vanished.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

A barely perceptible breeze swept past him.

At the other end of the conference table, next to Mona, there was someone else present.

A handsome man with a refined demeanor, dressed in a well-tailored tuxedo.

He stood ramrod straight, one hand behind his back, the other hand elegantly adjusting his white bow tie, a faint smile on his face.

Mo Fang sat down calmly and shifted his gaze over the spot.

Another information panel appeared above the man's head.

[Shadow Stalker - Rhodes]

[Level: Lord]

Combat Power: 95536

Combat Rank: A

It's another lord-level being.

Moreover, his combat power is more than a thousand points higher than that woman's.

Mo Fang's heart sank, but his face remained expressionless.

Either of these two beings could be crushed countless times with the flick of a finger.

The master's "friends" are indeed no ordinary people.

Rhodes didn't even glance at Mo Fang, as if he were nothing more than air.

His entire attention was on Mona.

"It's been so long since I've seen you dressed like this. You still look so beautiful."

His voice was very magnetic, full of the charm of a mature man.

"Women look better when they dress up; there's no need for them to always look so scary."

Mona smiled noncommittally, put down the finger bone she was playing with, and let it roll onto the table with a crisp sound.

"I recently learned a new sentence that I find very interesting."

She rested her chin on her hand and began to speak with great interest.

"A woman adorns herself for the one she loves; do you know what that means?"

Rod shrugged gracefully, indicating that he didn't care.

Mona didn't mind and continued to explain with a smile, while her captivating eyes glanced meaningfully at Mo Fang across from her.

"That is to say, a woman will dress up carefully in order to please the man she loves."

Upon hearing Mona's explanation, Rod's smile faded slightly.

He wasn't stupid; the other party's meaning was already crystal clear.

It's not that she doesn't want to dress up, it's that she doesn't deserve it.

He finally turned his gaze to Mo Fang, with a condescending scrutiny, tinged with undisguised contempt.

"Only a fool would believe the language of ants."

Rhodes' tone was full of disdain for the emotions of such "inferior beings".

He then turned his attention directly to the Mexican side.

"You're the shop owner in the safe zone?"

His body leaned slightly forward, and an invisible pressure rushed towards him.

"I really didn't expect you to be like this..."

He paused deliberately, scrutinized Mo Fang from head to toe with a critical eye, and finally uttered a single word.

"weak."

To describe Rhodes as "weak" would be an understatement.

The human in front of me had a pitifully weak life force.

In this building, any worker spider responsible for cleaning could easily tear him to pieces.

"That's not gentlemanly at all."

Mona giggled and teased from the side, her disdainful look inexplicably infuriating Rhodes.

But in an instant, Rhodes came to his senses.

He gave Mona a strange look.

I always make myself uncomfortable in these kinds of situations.

Mona is acting really strange today. Could it be that she's really taken a liking to this guy?

Do not!

That's absolutely impossible!

Mona wouldn't even glance at such insignificant ants under other circumstances.

But she was clearly trying to provoke his anger, wanting him to take action himself and attack this ant in front of him.

The only possibility is that the Queen's "eyes" are right here!

We are keeping a close eye on this place!

This woman hasn't given up on her husband's ability to bear children and continue the family line; she wants to step on his corpse to win the empress's favor.

In the instant he understood, Rhodes calmed down and shut his mouth.

At this moment, saying too much will only lead to more mistakes; any explanation will only reinforce the error.

Seeing that the other person didn't speak, a hint of disappointment flashed in Mona's eyes.

Pity.

Almost.

Just a little bit more...

Faced with an attack from a lord-level figure, Mo Fang didn't even change his sitting posture in the slightest.

"I am not the shop owner you are talking about."

He responded calmly.

"My master is the one."

"Owner?"

Although Mona felt regretful, she quickly composed herself and looked at Mo Fang.

"We came with sincerity, yet your master hasn't even shown his face. Isn't that a gross underestimation of us?"

Mona's expression suddenly changed, as if she was about to clean up this piece of trash that was wasting her time.

Mo Fang smiled.

He knew exactly what was going on in his mind.

From the moment he stepped into the building, the so-called probing never stopped.

Whether it was the spiders lining up to make way, the silent assassination threat just now, or Rhodes's merciless verbal suppression at this moment.

They simply wanted to demonstrate an absolute disparity in strength in order to gain complete control of the subsequent conversation.

He had seen far too many of these childish tricks played by his uncles and elders.

He could only describe these methods as boring and inefficient.

Mexico has decided to end this farce.

He leaned forward slightly, interlaced his fingers, and gently placed his hands on the conference table, adopting a posture of equal negotiation.

"Since we've all come with ulterior motives, let's be frank and speak openly."

His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed clearly in the deathly silent conference room, interrupting the other person's attempt to continue their taunts.

Mo Fang raised his head, his calm gaze sweeping over Mona, whose expression was amused, and Rhodes, whose face was not so cheerful.

"After all, we both intend to cooperate, don't we?"

The words fell.

The entire conference room fell silent for a moment.