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A look of undisguised astonishment also appeared on Gabriela's holy face.
How did this kid know about the secret plots between the high-ranking members of their two factions?!
And it was said so casually, as if it were just a casual conversation about the weather today!
"Let's go."
In the end, it was Azazel who gave up first.
He grabbed a handful of his messy hair in frustration and waved to the two adjutants behind him who were practically petrified.
"The host is urging us to hurry up. If we just stand here any longer, we'll really look like idiots."
He strode toward the absurd tea table that stood in the center of the battlefield.
Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge.
Gabriel also folded her twelve pure white wings. She didn't speak, but showed her decision through her actions.
She followed, her steps graceful yet heavy, accompanied by the angels behind her.
Rias and Sona, along with their familiars, were so stunned by the sight that they couldn't even swallow.
Governor of the Fallen Angels, Thrall.
Seraphim, Gabriel.
These two beings, who only existed at the very pinnacle of mythology, were actually summoned from the darkness by Zhou Ye with a single sentence.
And, they're calling me over... for tea?
Has the world gone mad?
Soon, the two groups of people arrived at the tea table.
Asahiel and Gabriel's subordinates remained on high alert, and their animosity towards each other had almost become tangible.
But their leader had no interest in any of that at the moment.
All their attention was focused on the black-haired boy who sat imposingly in the main seat, without even lifting his buttocks.
"Rias, Sona."
Zhou Ye ignored the two important figures standing by the table, creating an awkward atmosphere.
Instead, he turned his head and waved to Rias and Cannasidi.
"I'll sit in the center position, and you two, stand behind me."
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.
Rias and Sona were both stunned.
Center position?
That's a representative! That's the position of a leader!
Compared to the two giants, Azazel and Gabriel, their status as the eldest daughters of the Gremory and Sidi families was simply insignificant.
Even if their brothers, the current Demon King Sazex Lucifer and Seraph Leviathan, were to arrive in person, they would still need to be extremely cautious in the face of such a situation.
Zhou Ye, a human being, what makes him so special?
Rias's lips moved; her noble pride made her want to say something.
But when she saw Zhou Ye's calm and unwavering eyes, and recalled the devastating Draeg mecha girl from just now, all her words stuck in her throat.
Why?
Just because he could beat Er Tianlong like a dog.
He could turn everyone present into an unrecognizable mass of rotten flesh.
In this world, might makes right.
"Yes."
Rias took a deep breath, pulled the still hesitant Sona along, and silently walked behind Zhou Ye, standing on either side of him.
This action silently declared the stance of the demons present.
Zhou Ye is their representative at this moment.
Azazel's eyelids twitched.
He pulled out a chair and sat down heavily, his actions conveying a sense of resignation.
"Kid, your entourage is bigger than the four Demon Kings combined."
He tried to ease the atmosphere with his usual lazy tone, but when he spoke, even he felt his words came out dry and awkward.
Gabriel also sat down quietly on the other side, while the angels behind her stood motionless like a row of holy statues.
"No more polite words."
Zhou Ye didn't respond at all; he simply tapped his finger lightly on the table.
Boom. Boom.
Each strike felt like a blow to everyone's heart.
"Let's get straight to the point."
Zhou Ye leaned forward slightly, his black pupils sweeping over Azazel and then over Gabriel.
"Kokbor, and that guy named Vali Lucifer, you can take them with you."
These words cheered Azazel up, and he was about to say something polite.
Zhou Ye's next words made him swallow back the words he was about to say.
"But we need compensation."
compensation?
Azazel's mind went blank for a moment.
He wondered if he had heard wrongly.
"Compensation?" Azazel repeated, feeling his worldview being repeatedly reshaped. "You injured my subordinates and severely damaged the current White Dragon Emperor, and now you want me to compensate you?"
"You mean I should thank you for not killing him?"
Although Gabriel did not speak, her solemn expression clearly showed that she also found the proposal extremely absurd.
"if not?"
Zhou Ye naturally countered with a question.
"He came to the city on his own initiative, trying to take away a war criminal who had almost destroyed the city. After I stopped him, he then provoked a fight."
"He was outmatched and was beaten down. The fact that I didn't dismantle him on the spot and melt him into Soul Steel is already the greatest mercy I could show."
Zhou Ye picked up his teacup and took another sip.
"It damaged my school, frightened my classmates, and wasted my precious afternoon tea time."
"Don't these things require compensation?"
"Governor Asasil, what do you think?"
He raised his head, a half-smile on his face.
"Or do you think that the face of the fallen angels, and the life of the current White Dragon Emperor, are worthless?"
A huge hat was simply placed on top of it.
Asaher was speechless for a long time.
He looked at Zhou Ye, this young man who never played by the rules.
He doesn't talk to you about principles, the balance of power, or right and wrong in opposing camps.
He only talks to you about... business.
A blatant, forceful business deal backed by violence.
And they were the customers who were forced to pay the bill, pinned down on the chopping block.
Chapter 199 The Weaknesses of the Three Forces
Azazel's Adam's apple bobbed as the dry air rubbed against his throat.
He felt like a fool being roasted over a fire.
The surrounding ruins, the acrid smell in the air, and the two unfortunate souls still unconscious all silently tell a story.
The young man before me has the qualifications and the ability to turn them all into part of a business.
In the midst of this frozen atmosphere, the seraph Gabriel, who had been sitting quietly, moved.
She gracefully placed her hands on the tablecloth in front of her, her pure white long sleeves hanging down, spotless.
"I wonder what kind of compensation Zhou Yejun needs?"
Her voice was so soft it could melt water, yet it was like the sharpest scalpel, precisely cutting through Azazel's last line of defense and exposing him completely to the negotiating table.
What a clever tactic of diverting disaster and using someone else to do the dirty work.
Asahiel was furious.
This woman, who was at loggerheads with her own people just a moment ago, is now playing the innocent third party, pushing herself out as a shield.
He didn't believe that Zhou Ye, that monster, had summoned the angel just to watch a show.
“Gabriel, you…”
Asahiel was about to explode when Zhou Ye's words made him swallow back all the angry curses that were about to come.
Zhou Ye didn't even look at Gabriel; his body remained in that lazy, forward-leaning posture, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the table.
thump.
thump.
"It's very simple."