Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Because of the barrier made by his men and several slaves, the Anba City young slave master, sitting there with a haughty posture, did not suffer any injuries caused by the shock. However, the loud sound it made hurt his ears.

An Ping frowned as he took a peek at the person in front of them. He continued to frown as he stared at the man just standing there, then looked at the other’s totem patterns. It seemed that he had seen it before but, at that moment, couldn’t remember where.

Anyway, he was in a bad mood today. He was having the worst luck since early in the morning when he went to inspect something he had ordered. It was something he had booked long ago and he planned to take back. Who knew that they made a mistake with his order. In a fit of rage, he let a few of the slaves with him go, carrying the cauldron with them. Besides, he could just get a few more and he had many more at home. And why should he have outsiders cast him a cauldron when he could do it at home? What’s more, it’s cheaper to make it himself.

However, as he left the blacksmith, An Ping heard some people say that there was a free trade area on this side of the city. He then brought people over, thinking that he could exchange the scrap he had for their treasures. Not only could he deal with this failure, but he could also show the people his generosity. If the other party would not give him face, he would just force them. Who expected that this was going to happen!

What did the people around say this tribe was, the Flaming Horn tribe? The name was a little familiar.

When he caught the other’s eyes, this young master actually felt a sense of fear! To save face, he averted his eyes, but appeared extraordinarily stiff as he just turned his neck.

Shao Xuan, who was sitting at first, had to stand up because of the thing coming at him. After he blocked, his hand laid still at the cauldron’s body, his feet separated, his two knees bent and his body slightly squatting. Him standing steadily like this gave people the feeling that a sleeping beast had just opened its eyes after being provoked. Savage as a beast, this was what the people of Anba City thought of the tribal people living in the remote lands. The Flaming Horns tribe in front of them also gave that same feeling.

“What’s going on?”

As the sound was heard, a path also opened up from the crowd.

Unlike An Ping, the person who appeared at that moment was not so showy, but he was more noticeable. Many tribesmen in the trading area knew who this other person was. While An Ping gave people a sense of empty leadership, the appearance of this person was one of nobility. This was the man who was the main source of power in Anba City.

Hearing that gentle voice, An Ping’s face suddenly changed. He put away his twisted expression, but his eyes were still filled with panic and fear. After a thought, he decided to tell his story. How could he let those tribesmen take advantage of things?

After thinking thus far, An Ping trotted to the person. Seeing the other turn to look at him, An Ping shrunk his neck but continued with his plan to complain. His opening was “Those barbarians…”

Not only the Flaming Horns tribe, but even the other tribes watching also had their eyebrows raised.

Barbarians? At least these people here follow basic rules and etiquette, but what about you? Also, did you really think these people wouldn’t fight back?

An Yan quietly stood there, listening to An Ping complain. His expression remained the same, not uttering a sound but keeping his calm.

Suddenly, without looking like there was any attack, An Ping’s body jerked. He coughed out blood as his body flew out.

The lively crowd watching hurriedly rushed out of that area, letting An Ping directly fall to the ground. If it hadn’t been for An Yan here, they would have stepped on him a few times.

An Yan didn’t care about An Ping, only thinking that how could Anba City raise such a fool. Fortunately, they were the ones in power in this area. As for the other branches who would raise fools like An Ping, they were naturally a bunch of stupid goods, what a waste! An Yan wouldn’t waste a thought on them.

An Yan knew that the tribesmen in the trading area were angry. Simply taking it out on An Ping would appease these tribesmen. Looking at the people around, sure enough, after seeing An Ping get beaten, the anger on their faces was a lot lighter.

With a light smile, An Yan Lang said to the people around, “I am An Yan of Anba City, but we also follow the rules. Since we provide the place for trade, naturally, you should also follow these rules.”

After saying that to Shao Xuan and the other people, he beckoned his people to carry over a big box. An Yan continued, “That crystal, I want it for five swords plus five bags of grains. Is the price acceptable?”

The area went quiet. Even if one originally wanted to argue, after thinking about it, they decided to forget it. In the first place, they couldn’t offer a better price than that. There wasn’t anyone else that generous. Secondly, they didn’t want to fight with this Anba City young master. Those were unspoken rules and this was a reasonable man, so they should also give each other some face.

Meanwhile, Black Bear’s eyes flashed where no one noticed. Rules? The rules were trash!