Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 507 Negotiation (3)

"What do you mean?" Pompey didn't understand.

"As long as the threat remains, the three can coexist for a long time. Do you understand?"

"Are you going to help Nidhogg?"

"No, no, no." Han Qiu shook his finger, "I plan to take over. Don't send your son to the throne. How about sending me?"

"You are not my son." Pompey said disdainfully, "If my son behaved like you, I would definitely slap him to death. Besides, can you break through that limit?"

"I think there should be no problem. I never said I was a dragon. As long as I am not a dragon, this problem is solved. The limitation only exists in the dragon group, because you were all created by Nidhogg, and I am not." Han Qiu said.

Pompey narrowed his eyes. He had to take this matter seriously. "Don't you want power?"

"I just need that position. I need enough terror to cover the world. It can only be me. I don't trust anyone else." Han Qiu said.

The more Pompey listened, the more confused he became. This guy must be crazy or have some serious illness.

And this creature is definitely a dragon, because only dragons can suffer from such a serious disease.

"Is this your purpose?" Pompey's eyes widened. "You want the throne of the World Tree just to scare people?"

"Otherwise, do you think I'm like Nidhogg, wanting to destroy the world?" Han Qiu looked at Pompey as if he were an idiot. "If I were like Herzog, why would I want to cooperate with you? I want to cooperate with you because I respect you. In some aspects, we have the same stance."

"Han Qiu, you are a psychopath."

"Thank you for the compliment." Han Qiu suddenly became sad and looked out the window with a sense of loss. "The main reason is that I can't find a better way. There must be a being with supreme power who can threaten every person and every dragon in this world."

This was the first time Pompeii saw Han Qiu in this state. That kind of sadness and panic was something that only a hybrid could have, and not even a dragon could achieve.

A kind of sadness covering the sorrow of blood, which even the first generation kings could hardly understand.

"Pompeii..." Han Qiu's gaze returned to Pompeii.

The biting cold penetrated the infinite loneliness and stabbed straight ahead, with murderous intent blooming.

"I just feel sorry for you, and you haven't done anything too wrong. You are a promoter, not the initiator, otherwise I wouldn't spare your life. In fact, I don't need your cooperation at all. I'm just giving you a chance to redeem yourself." Han Qiu reminded coldly.

Pompey was annoyed by such a look and tone, and was surprised at the same time.

He didn't know where Han Qiu's confidence came from, but this confidence was extremely real, as if this guy could kill him with just a thought.

Han Qiu's voice was still going on: "You should thank me for saving everyone I should have saved along the way, otherwise you would have been greeted by an angry me instead of a calm me. You should thank yourself even more for not killing Chu Tianjiao or Principal Angers. The only person you killed was your brother, and it just so happened that I didn't care about Frost. And those things that didn't happen, there's no time to happen, otherwise, you really have to pay for your sins with your life."

"Han Qiu, you are too arrogant." Pompey's anger also began to erupt.

Before he could do anything, Han Qiu suddenly laughed out loud.

That kind of teasing and playful laughter.

"You are so lucky, head of the Pompeii family, Lord Odin." Han Qiu said.

Pompey rarely gets angry, but once he gets angry he will not take it back, and now he really wants to kill Han Qiu here, with tiny arcs of electricity surrounding his body.

"Are you sure you want to fight? I think our fight will be spectacular enough to shine in the sky of San Francisco. In fact, I don't mind death at all. Only by risking everything can I succeed." Han Qiu's clothes were torn by his muscles.

The scales spread rapidly, and he tore off the remaining shirt with a smile.

"Come on, if we can't reach an agreement, let's fight. I've been waiting for a long time," he said.

Who is afraid of who when it comes to going crazy?

Pompey clenched his fists and cursed: "Mad, you are a madman!"

The arc dissipated, and Pompeii slumped in his chair like a deflated ball.

"If you don't restrain yourself, I won't be able to suppress your pressure. If I attract them all, this war will be hopeless." Pompey was afraid.

Everyone is afraid of those who are not willing to die. The more people value their lives, the more they are afraid of such people.

"Wouldn't it be better if you said this earlier?" Han Qiu suppressed his fierce look and casually took down the suit that Pompey had hung up.

A little bit ill-fitting, but wearable.

"That is to say, you agreed to the first point." Han Qiu buttoned up and asked, "Right?"

"I didn't agree, but I don't want to fight." Pompey shook his head helplessly, "It's too difficult to negotiate cooperation with a guy like you, but I have to talk."

"How about this, Pompey? I'll take a step back as you asked. How about giving the choice to Caesar?" Han Qiu knocked on the table. "We've been arguing endlessly and can't come to a conclusion, so let your son decide."

"You want him to get involved in these things now?" Pompey was obviously unwilling.

Han Qiu was really about to cry because of Pompey's stupidity. "No, no, no, what I mean is that you follow your plan and send Chen Motong to him as a container. When the time comes to usurp the throne, see if Caesar is willing to accept it. If he really wants to be Gattuso's emperor, the emperor of the world, I won't interfere. But if he doesn't want to, you can't force him, how about it?"

Pompey pondered over it and felt that this request was not excessive and could be considered.

No matter how you look at it, Caesar is not a person who is not greedy for power. After all, he is his son and he knows him well. Pompey also thinks so.

But not necessarily, the final outcome is unknown and full of uncertainty.

That's fair.

"Of course, I can accept that, but if the outcome is that Caesar is unwilling to accept the plan..." Pompey stopped talking halfway.

Han Qiu understood what Pompey meant and readily agreed: "I will fight against Nidhogg with you. As for whether you want me to take that position, it's up to you. That's a matter for the future. Do you want Nidhogg to come back again, or do you want the world to be controlled by me? You have the right to choose."

Pompey thought in his mind, between Han Qiu and Nidhogg, it was obvious that Han Qiu was easier to deal with.

The requirements have been lowered to this level. If you don’t agree, this idiot might really flip the table.

A fool whose identity is unknown and Nidhogg who is so powerful that it cannot be measured by common sense...

No more hesitation.

"I promise," said Pompey.

"A wise decision." Han Qiu raised a finger, "But you only agreed to the first point. Let's continue talking."

"Before I go on, I want to ask you what the hell you are."

"This is something outside of cooperation, and it requires a fee. The price is your life. Are you willing to pay it?"

"Forget it, just continue talking." Pompey found that he was more willing to chat with the psychopathic Han Qiu.

Han Qiu, who was filled with murderous intent and coldness, was somewhat scary.