Chapter 208: Deal!

A moment later, the VIP room's door was gently pushed open, and a towering figure entered alone.

The newcomer was about forty years old, tall and upright; even dressed in plain gray civilian clothes, the iron‑blood aura of a veteran of countless battlefields could not be hidden.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and he was none other than the Southern Frontier Marshal who had guarded Nanjiang for decades!

As soon as he entered, the previously peaceful atmosphere in the VIP room instantly became stagnant.

The air seemed to be filled with a faint scent of blood, the iron‑blood aura that comes from years of fighting on the battlefield and staining countless human lives!

The Southern Frontier Marshal's gaze passed straight over Ling Zhaixing beside him and settled on Jiang Feng, who sat alone by the window.

He then walked up to Jiang Feng and immediately began to question him.

"It was you who stole the Marquis's Southern Frontier Tiger Talisman?"

Before the words finished, a massive aura suddenly erupted from him.

The Grand Master's oppressive pressure was like an invisible mountain, crushing down on Jiang Feng.

At the same time, that blood aura grew even denser, its strength almost tangible.

This showed just how lethal the Southern Frontier Marshal was.

The tables and chairs in the VIP room trembled slightly.

Beside him, Ling Zhaixing now had a layer of beads of sweat on his forehead, clearly shaken by the Grand Master's pressure.

But Jiang Feng remained seated on the chair, expression calm, not even lifting an eyelid.

He simply lifted the tea cup on the table at a leisurely pace, took a sip, and only when the Marshal's aura peaked did he speak lightly.

"If the Marquis is here to pursue the crime of stealing the Tiger Talisman, then we have no need to continue this conversation."

He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over the VIP room's door.

"Here is Yitian Pavilion's territory; since they accepted my commission, they will not let you harm me here in the slightest. So Marquis, there is no need to scare me with that aura; it's useless."

The Southern Frontier Marshal was momentarily stunned by those words.

He then carefully examined Jiang Feng's eyes and, seeing that he remained unfazed under his Grand Master's pressure, felt a surge of surprise.

Anyone who can stay so composed under one's full‑force pressure must be a top‑tier master.

This kid is not ordinary.

He grinned, and the Grand Master's aura and blood aura on his body instantly receded completely.

He unceremoniously pulled the chair opposite Jiang Feng away, mounted it with a grand, sweeping motion, sitting down in a bold, relaxed manner as if meeting an old friend.

"Since that's the case, the Marquis will stop pretending…"

He glanced at the celadon tea cup on Jiang Feng's table, a hint of disdain on his face.

"Big men don't drink lukewarm tea; it's weak!"

As he spoke, he untied a brown beast‑skin wine bag from his waist.

Bang— it landed heavily on the table; its leather was rough and bore a faint layer of beast hair.

The Southern Frontier Marshal laughed heartily.

"We fine men should eat meat in big bites and drink wine by the bowl! There's no meat here for now, but the Southern Frontier Fine Wine in my bag is more than enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he twisted open the bag's stopper, tilted his head, and gulped the wine straight from the bag.

The cloudy wine streamed down his mouth corner, soaking the front of his robe.

He paid no mind, taking several gulps before setting the bag down, then handed the wine bag toward Jiang Feng.

"Kid, have a taste!"

Jiang Feng looked at the offered bag without disdain and took it.

He lifted the bag, tipped it back, and drank the remaining bulk of wine in one go; the spiciness blended with a rich aroma filled his mouth and slid down his throat into his stomach.

After drinking, Jiang Feng placed the empty bag on the table.

"The Southern Frontier Fine Wine truly lives up to its reputation—full of strength!"

The Southern Frontier Marshal, seeing this, slapped the table and laughed loudly.

"Good! Good! Good! You kid have the Marquis's temperament! Not like those penniless scholars, all timid! Speak, why did you summon the Marquis, what do you want to discuss?"

He restrained his smile, his expression turning serious again.

"The Marquis repeats: as long as you don't take this Tiger Talisman out for a public auction, whatever you want I'll try to grant—gold, silver, treasure, power, status; anything the Marquis can arrange, there's no question! Moreover, the liability for the earlier theft of the Tiger Talisman can be wiped clean; I will not pursue it!"

The Southern Frontier Tiger Talisman is too important to ignore.

If it weren't for Yitian Pavilion's prestige, he would even have taken troops to seize it by force.

If it were publicly auctioned and fell into the hands of schemers, the tens of thousands of elite troops in Nanjiang could become uncontrollable.

Then it wouldn't be just his position as Marshal at risk; the whole Nanjiang would descend into chaos, which is why he lowered his stature to negotiate with Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng heard this and a meaning‑laden smile appeared on his face.

"Marquis, rest assured, this Tiger Talisman will definitely be returned to its rightful owner."

Hearing that, the Southern Frontier Marshal let out a sigh of relief, but Jiang Feng's next half‑sentence made his heart race again.

"But… not now."

"What do you mean by that?"

The Southern Frontier Marshal's complexion shifted slightly, his eyes instantly sharpening.

"Could it be that you still intend to use this Tiger Talisman to manipulate the Marquis? Or do you have other schemes?"

His tone now carried a hint of caution, and the Grand Master's aura showed faint signs of resurgence.

Xiao Po Zhan has been fighting in Nanjiang for so many years; he is not someone that just any cat or dog can manipulate.

Jiang Feng, however, grinned and said at an unhurried pace.

"Marquis, hold on. Let me ask you: regarding this Tiger Talisman, don't you want to know who was behind the theft? And what is the thief's true purpose?"

As soon as those words were spoken, the Southern Frontier Marshal's gaze suddenly darkened, a flash of ruthlessness passing through his eyes.

"Do you know who the mastermind behind the scenes is? Tell the Marquis quickly! This dog thief even dares to covet my Nanjiang Tiger Talisman; the Marquis cannot let him live!"

He had been investigating the mastermind behind the Tiger Talisman theft, but after a long search he still had no clue.

Seeing the Zhennan Wuhou in this state, Jiang Feng gave a faint Laughter.

"Without proof, I can't produce any evidence now. I invited the Marquis today just to ask for one sentence."

He paused, his gaze fixed directly on the Zhennan Wuhou's eyes.

"When the Auction Hall starts later, the Tiger Talisman will definitely be put up for auction; at that time the Marquis may keep bidding, but if I tell the Marquis to stop, the Marquis must stop Immediately. I can assure the Marquis that in the end this Tiger Talisman will certainly end up in the Marquis's hands, and will not fall into anyone else's."

"I have only one request…"

Jiang Feng turned his head, glanced at Ling Zhaixing beside him, then turned back to look at the Zhennan Wuhou.

"Once the Tiger Talisman reaches the Marquis's hands, the Dragon Group's wanted notice on Ling Zhaixing will end here; no more trouble may be caused for her."

The Zhennan Wuhou, upon hearing that, did not answer Immediately, only squinting his eyes and staring at Jiang Feng for a full half Minute.

He knew in his heart that Jiang Feng dared to make this request because he was confident, and as long as the Tiger Talisman could be retrieved, revoking a wanted notice was nothing at all.

"Ha ha ha…"

Half a Minute later, the Zhennan Wuhou, Standing, sprang to his feet, extending a broad hand toward Jiang Feng.

"Deal!"