Xiao Cheng and Fraik Street also sat on the sofa.
Apart from the two conversing, everyone else remained silent, no one speaking more than necessary.
"There's a saying in my country, 'It's better to resolve enmity than to foster it.' Although I, Qing, don't understand why Prince William holds animosity towards me, I still wish to cooperate with you."
As he spoke, Qing Muye paused and reached inside his silver-grey suit.
With just a small movement, everyone's expression suddenly darkened. Even the four bodyguards standing nearby immediately drew their handguns and aimed them at Qing Muye.
Everything happened too fast, the atmosphere becoming tense in an instant.
Qing Muye's movement halted, and he looked at the bodyguards aiming their guns at him with a puzzled expression. He then turned his gaze to Joey Nibel William and chuckled heartily, "Heh, Prince William, are you perhaps too nervous?"
As he spoke, Qing Muye took out a cigarette from his pocket, tapped one out into his palm, put it in his mouth, and lit it.
The lighter clicked, a crisp sound that was remarkably clear in the large living room.
Everyone could clearly feel the tension in the air easing slightly.
"A joke. What kind of business could possibly catch my eye?" Prince William felt as if Qing Muye were toying with him, and became somewhat annoyed. "I, William, am not a petty individual who counts every penny. As long as you leave your life here, I will naturally guarantee the lives of your wife and children."
Xiao Cheng sat to the side, silent, but his heart pounded with anxiety.
It wasn't a recent matter that Joey Nibel William wanted to get rid of Qing Muye; for him to survive would be harder than ascending to heaven.
He knew Qing Muye would come today, but he never expected him to bring Meng Jingwei along.
Qing Muye held a cigarette diagonally in his mouth, his hands lifting his suit. "I came empty-handed today. For Prince William to want my life is merely a matter of speaking. But I believe what I want to say will interest you."
His posture was one of complete confidence, brimming with self-assurance.
Even when facing life and death, he maintained a calm and indifferent demeanor.
Joey Nibel William had long investigated Qing Muye and knew of his extraordinary capabilities and remarkable talent, capable of overthrowing hidden clans single-handedly; his abilities were indeed astonishing.
Considering all this, he couldn't help but become curious about the 'business' Qing Muye mentioned.
After a brief period of thought, Joey Nibel William signaled to Fraik Street with his eyes.
Upon receiving his signal, Fraik Street frowned visibly in displeasure, then waved his hand. "Antina is pregnant; she needs to exercise more. Xiao Cheng, take her out for a walk."
Everyone present were intelligent people and understood the unspoken meaning.
"Alright." Xiao Cheng nodded, took Antina's hand, and stood up to walk out.
As he reached the living room door, he still looked back at Qing Muye and his wife, clearly worried.
"A'wei, you haven't seen Xiao Cheng for a long time. Go catch up," Qing Muye also dismissed Meng Jingwei.
"Yes, it has been a long time. There are indeed many things I want to talk to him about."
Meng Jingwei responded obediently, but the look in her eyes towards Qing Muye was one of profound, unyielding concern.
The man held her hand and patted her hand, offering silent reassurance.
Meng Jingwei stood up and walked out of the living room, with Fraik Street following her.
As he went out, he also called away all the servants in the living room.
At this moment, Joey Nibel William seemed to have the illusion of taking over as the host, like a cuckoo taking over a nest.
Only Qing Muye, he himself, and the four bodyguards remained in the living room.