"Is this some kind of reckless brute who can handle this situation?!"
Fu Guang gasped.
He had heard of these two names before; they were on the same level as Dog Three and Vulture.
Master Leng is the chief cold weapon forger and a renowned swordsmith of Changfeng Pavilion.
Of the top ten swords on the Central Plains Sword Ranking, three were made by him.
Poor bastard, vice president of the Gold and Silver Association.
He's a penny-pincher whose greatest hobbies are pretending to be poor and saving money. The title "poor devil" is pure irony.
Zhao Yu's hand, which was still frozen on the car door, was already on the ground. The poor guy outside had already taken a few steps and was waving at them.
"grass!"
Zhao Yu wiped his face, put on a professional smile, got out of the car, and casually pulled Fu Guang down to share the burden.
Fu Guang stood silently beside him, eyes downcast, acting as his obedient follower.
One street, a few cars, five major forces, and four core members.
After dealing with the poor guy, he stepped forward to mediate the fight.
Since Vulture and Dog Three had come to this street, they had no intention of fighting. After hearing the old man's attempt to make peace, they exchanged a few meaningless insults and then backed down the abdication.
"Nice to meet you all," the poor fellow said with a forced smile, the one with the thickest skin and the best at lying.
"I heard that the young master of Lunling came here to discuss business with Director Jiang. I, Jin Xiangyin, have always advocated for acquiring all the wealth in the world. With such a good opportunity for cooperation, I must come and inquire about it first."
"Gentlemen...are you here to steal my business?"
The poor man squinted his old eyes, his smiling eyes crinkled with wrinkles that concealed the shrewdness within.
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