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Chapter 2561
And over in one the corner, Yach family's shipment was detained while a few members of the family
were negotiating with the Raksasa leader. ''It's far too unfair for you to suddenly increase the
commission rate to twenty percent.'' ''You people are bandits.''
The Raksasa leader remained unwavering at their censuring and said, "This is the territory of the
Raksasa Tribe. You need to follow our rules if you want to trade.'' The man who spoke was Jack, the
mayor of the Rock Clty. He was one of the most trusted confidantes of the Raksasa Queen Natalie
Celtic. He was in charge of overseeing the order and trades that went on in the entire city.
Cheyenne and Darryl made their way and upon hearing what had happened, she was rendered
speechless with rage. Previously, for people from the Nine Continents to trade here in the Rock City, a
commission rate of ten percent would be taken as part of the city's taxation. However, it seemed that
the Rock City had changed the rate to twenty percent and the Yach family were the first target for this
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''You people are unbelievable,'' said Cheyenne, trembling with fury as she looked directly at Jack.
Jack shrugged his shoulders carelessly and said with undeniable authority, ''I believe that you are the Yach family's
eldest daughter, so I will repeat myself again. If you want to do business here in
Rock Clty, you'll have to follow our rules.''
''Fine, then the trade is off.'' Cheyenne waved her arms in resignation. ''We are just going to take our goods back
with us, alright?''
Jack shook his head and said, ''You are wrong. Your cargos are already loaded into our warehouse and have taken
up our space. Even with the trade off the table, you are still required to pay a ten percent commission.''
What? Frustrated, Cheyenne was visibly on the brink of tearing up, ''What you are doing is no different from
what bandits do.'' This shipment contained extremely valuable items and to submit a ten percent commission
would mean tremendous loss to the Yach family.
Jack frowned at her remarks and said, ''Miss Yach, we are only following protocols. If you continue to make a
scene, your action will be seen as a disturbance to the Rock Clty's public order.''
As soon as the words were spoken, over a dozen of Raksasa soldiers surrounded them in unison, causing the
crowd that was originally focused on making their own trades, to back off hurriedly in fear of getting dragged into
trouble. Three years might have passed since the war but it remained a common knowledge that the cultivators
from the Raksasa Tribe were in general more powerful than the cultivators from the Nine Continents. On top of
that, the Rock Clty was within the territory of Raksasa Tribe so it was only natural that no merchant from the Nine
Continent would dare to cause any trouble here, even when they were taken advantage of.
It was precisely that moment that Darryl seemed to have had enough. He stood before Cheyenne protectively
and spoke directly to Jack, ''You are the mayor of the Rock City?''
''That's right,'' Jack responded calmly as he looked Darryl up and down with an arrogant expression. ''It doesn't
take a genius to figure out that this brat is the bodyguard of the Yach family's eldest daughter, how insignificant,''
he decided.
Darryl smiled gently and said in all seriousness, ''Integrity is the most important thing when it comes to
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdoing business, and it is expected of you, more so than the others, because you are the mayor. Yet here
you are playing tricks. Aren't you afraid of stinking up the reputation for your tribe?''
''What are you saying?'' Jack asked coolly, his expression darkening.
Darryl made a point to look around before continuing. ''I am just saying that it's probably wiser to not
get too carried away. Release the cargo that belongs to the Yach family and apologize to Miss Yach
immediately, or you are going to come to regret it later.''
Darryl, of course, was not bluffing at all. The Raksasa Queen, Natalie Celtic, was once his prisoner
during the war and he would have said the same thing even if the queen herself was standing right
before his eyes. Besides, the Raksasa Tribe was indeed out of line with their handling of this issue.
What? The crowd was taken by surprise at Darryl's speech and had immediately erupted into heated
discussion.
''The nerves on that kid for daring to speak to Jack
like that!'' ''How reckless!''
''The audacity of this Nine Continent man...''
Jack scowled and shot Darryl a nasty glare. ''And if I refuse, what are you going to do about it, kid?''