"Don't be so blind as to not recognize a great man, kid. None of the people who can walk here right now are good people." Brother Biao glared at him, and as if scolding his ignorant younger brother, he quickly introduced him: "The white-haired old man over there is a hundred-year-old Tai Chi Immortal. He has a body of Qi-cultivating Kung Fu and is now proficient in boxing and staff techniques. The little guy in front is the thief Flea. As his name suggests, he is agile, has a clever hand, and is full of clever ideas..."
He listed all the people present in one breath, almost like he knew them all by heart. It was obvious that these people were all big figures in the circle he was familiar with.
As they spoke, the others stood up one by one, preparing to charge the Flying Ferry. As they passed their table, some patted Brother Biao on the shoulder and jokingly said, "Your strength isn't that great, but your intelligence is pretty good. As long as you know how powerful we are, that's enough. You're such a jerk for bringing oxygen up the mountain! You might as well go home and drink some milk."
Upon hearing this, Brother Biao's face flushed crimson, but he still held Wu Heng's hand tightly. After everyone left, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a helpless smile, "It's not shameful to bow down when you're weak. After all, our goal is Feitian Ferry. There's no point in engaging in a violent fight with them here. Their goal is nothing more than to eliminate the last competitor who arrives at Feitian Ferry."
After hearing the other party's analysis, Ye Lan looked at him for the first time and felt that although this person was ordinary, he had a good character.
After this incident, the three of them slowed down a lot when they set out again. Brother Biao seemed to be deliberately avoiding them and was only far behind the crowd.
In just a distance of two hundred meters, they encountered several faces that were beaten and thrown on the roadside.
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