Feng Jiu heard this and couldn't help but click her tongue, saying nothing more. Tata Lead, standing beside her, managed a slightly apologetic smile. "My apologies, my subordinate was rude!"

"Hm?" Yang Yi glanced at Tata Lead and spoke, "I don't take such a small matter to heart, but I am rather annoyed that you have kept me waiting for over twenty minutes."

"Uh, well... hehe, I sincerely apologize. I've been quite busy recently!"

The saying about an ivory mouth speaks volumes. Although Tata Lead appeared outwardly apologetic, who could know what thoughts churned beneath that facade of false sincerity? And was he truly busy? Busy with women? Busy?

"Heh, is that so..." Yang Yi replied with a knowing, half-smile.

"Heh, may I ask how you are addressed, sir?" Tata Lead asked, his face wreathed in a smile.

Yang Yi stood up, offering a slight smile in return. "I am from Huaxia. My name is Yang Yi! I've come here because I wish to strike a deal with you. Are you perhaps interested?"

"Oh, Mr. Yang from afar! How about this: as a token of my apology, let me invite you all to have a meal first, and then we can talk things over slowly!" Tata Lead said, waving his hand before turning and taking his seat on the main chair, falling silent.

Yang Yi sneered internally. He knew exactly what scheme this fellow was plotting, yet he smiled. "Let's skip the meal; let's get straight to business!"

"Oh?" A smile blossomed across Tata Lead's plump face, a flicker of something subtly sinister dancing in his eyes.

In this day and age, too many people sought business with Tata Lead. And though he was greedy, he wasn't lacking in money. The reason he was called a Warlord was entirely due to the sheer volume and scale of the arms trade he conducted; hence, the moniker Warlord.

"I wonder, Mr. Yang from afar, do you know the rules for seeking business with me?" Tata Lead's words trailed off.

"Swish! Swish!" A sudden contingent of soldiers in green uniforms heavily surrounded Yang Yi and his group.

Yang Yi remained unfazed, the faint smile still playing on his lips. "I'm not sure. What is the meaning of this?"

"No special meaning. I merely wish to know, since you have come seeking business, are you aware of the protocols here?..."

"Hmph, Ten Generals, crush these sons of bitches!" Yang Yi snorted coldly, narrowing his eyes at Tata Lead.

"Yes, Dragon Lord!" As the Ten Generals' voices dropped, their figures flashed wildly.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"...

A frenzied burst of gunfire erupted, but it ceased abruptly after only a few seconds.

"This..." Tata Lead was horrified. What kind of monsters were these, impervious to bullets? He watched his men fall one by one, abandoning all pretense of protocol, and roared, "Enough! Stop!"

"Haha, my apologies! In my life, no matter where I am, I only operate by my own rules. Even if all of Tata Lead's forces in all of Myanmar came, I'd still be confident in walking out of here..."

Tata Lead felt a pang of regret. He didn't know who Yang Yi was, nor what kind of monsters those ten individuals were, having dispatched over a dozen of his soldiers in an instant.

"I will ask again: who exactly are you, sir?" Tata Lead's face had gone cold.

"Oh, so this is the rule here?" Yang Yi suddenly and arrogantly propped his foot up on a stool, a provocative smile on his face.

"Anyone who comes to me for business, regardless of their country or identity, must present themselves with honesty. Heh, since Mr. Yang shows no sincerity, perhaps we needn't discuss further. Please, feel free to leave!" Tata Lead maintained a calm demeanor, but his voice was icy. In truth, he wasn't entirely sure if Yang Yi was exaggerating or merely posturing.

But Yang Yi wasn't thinking the same way. If he truly enraged Tata Lead, the warlord could certainly mobilize his full strength to annihilate them. Therefore, Yang Yi was taking a gamble—betting that Tata Lead didn't know his true identity and thus wouldn't risk an all-out conflict, especially with them present. If they turned hostile now, Tata Lead would suffer the consequences.

So, Yang Yi was certain that if he walked out the door now, a hail of bullets would surely follow. With an evil smile, he addressed Tata Lead, "Heh, I apologize as well; my bad manners."

The suddenly transformed Yang Yi politely lowered his raised foot. "My name is Yang Yi, the Dragon Lord of Huaxia's Black God Gang. I came here actually to discuss a matter of business with you, a matter that I believe holds immense benefit for you, General!"

"The Black God Gang?" Tata Lead's expression shifted; it seemed he had heard of the Black God Gang. He stared intently at Yang Yi for a long moment before speaking.

The others looked on in confusion, but only Yang Yi maintained his smile, never averting his gaze, instead studying Tata Lead with keen interest.

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"...

Tata Lead suddenly burst into loud laughter, then took a deep breath, a faint smile returning to his lips. He stood up politely, gave a slight bow, and then spoke, "I was rude just now."

"Heh, I was rude as well!" Yang Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief internally. It had been difficult, but they had finally reached the main topic!

In reality, what was called negotiation or discussion was merely superficial performance—a show of false faces while vying for advantage. Tata Lead behaved this way for one reason: as an arms dealer, he absolutely needed to understand his partners to conduct business safely.

But there were inherent risks. Having been involved in these matters for so long, he couldn't be entirely ignorant of Yang Yi's sly moves; it was merely an attempt to assert dominance.

However, Yang Yi understood clearly at this moment that arms dealers were not to be trifled with; this was real substance, where one misstep could lead to immediate death. Tata Lead was indeed a figure to be reckoned with.

"What business did Mr. Yang wish to discuss with me?" Although inwardly alarmed by Yang Yi's identity, Tata Lead still maintained a smiling façade as he asked.

"Isn't that asking the obvious? In this vast world, whether in Myanmar or any other country, who hasn't heard that you, Tata Lead, are an arms dealer?"

"Then you mean you want to discuss munitions with me?"

"Exactly!" Yang Yi returned a faint smile.

"I don't have much stock lately. How much do you require, and what price..." Tata Lead didn't finish his sentence.

Any discerning eye could see that the man wasn't genuinely short on stock. What international joke was this? How could a warlord operating without national borders run out of goods? His true concern was clearly about the price.

"Fine... In that case, I'll cut the chatter," Yang Yi sneered. "Ten million for ten thousand sets of gear!"

"Ten thousand sets? Ten million?" Tata Lead looked at Yang Yi with confusion, thinking to himself, Is he joking? He doesn't look like it! But ten million for ten thousand sets of gear—is that even possible?

"Regular gear?"

Hearing Tata Lead's question, Yang Yi's smile grew more intense. "N—No, ten thousand sets of premium gear!"

"US dollars?"

"Correct!"

"Hahahaha!" Tata Lead suddenly burst out laughing, his slightly plump face filled with sarcasm, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and he fell silent.

What an international joke! What was considered one set of gear? Among arms dealers, gear was divided into two types: standard gear and premium gear.

Standard Gear: One pistol, three magazines of bullets. Premium Gear: One machine gun, one pistol, ten sets of bullets.

One could imagine the immense difference. Standard and premium gear were as far apart as heaven and earth, let alone the price difference!

This was clearly blatant extortion. Tata Lead glanced at Yang Yi and said, "I wonder if Mr. Yang is joking?"

"No, General Lead, I am not joking! I truly wish to buy ten thousand sets of your gear for ten million US dollars. What, do you think you're losing out?"

"Nonsense! I think Mr. Yang isn't someone who intends to do business sincerely. Please, feel free to leave!"

"Hmm?" Yang Yi deliberately shook his head, looking mystified at Tata Lead, and did not speak to him. Instead, he addressed the Ten Generals and the others. "Since we can't agree, let's go!"

"Yes—Dragon Lord!"

"Hmm?" Tata Lead was puzzled by why Yang Yi shook his head at him, his brow furrowing, but he still didn't stop Yang Yi and his group from leaving. "The Black God Gang, the Black God Gang! The gang of the twenty-year veteran Yang Yitian?"

After Yang Yi and his group left, the soldiers in green uniforms became instantly vigilant until they were safely inside their vehicle, at which point they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Dragon Lord, are we not negotiating anymore?" Feng Jiu pouted and asked doubtfully.

"Heh, we are, why wouldn't we be?" Yang Yi smiled faintly, acting as if he had Tata Lead completely cornered. But since the man hadn't made any concrete move yet, why was he so confident?