"Look, I've gathered all the shopkeepers in the entire city of Zamuhecha."
"We all acted as your guarantors together, and that's how we saved you."
Liu Feng grinned. This time, he made a fortune.
Then he bowed and said, "Thank you all very much. I, Liu Feng, will remember this favor and will repay you one day."
Many shopkeepers bowed and greeted Liu Feng with a smile. After all, the matter of Xiuyuan Pavilion had long reached the ears of these shopkeepers.
So they all respect Liu Feng very much.
"Boss Liu, our great Sun Khan Huluchi wants to meet you."
At this time, the Northern Barbarian general who came to release Liu Feng spoke to Liu Feng in a hoarse voice.
He spoke the Dali dialect very well. If it weren't for the difference in his clothes and appearance, it would be impossible to tell whether he was from Dali or the Northern Barbarians just by his voice.
Obviously, this person who is proficient in both languages is a translator. He has a certain status in this city and is specifically used to communicate with these merchants.
"Um?"
Liu Feng looked at this person with curiosity.
"What's going on?"
Suddenly, the faces of several shopkeepers looked a little embarrassed.
"Boss Liu, you don't know this. The man you fought with died inexplicably."
Shopkeeper Lu’s embarrassed answer.
What the hell?
It’s true that he did it himself, but doesn’t he know how much force he used and whether he could kill someone?
His fist had already restrained a lot of power at that time, and at most it could only cause a fracture or something like that.
Dead?
Absolutely impossible.
Are this person's bones so fragile?
Is his life so fragile?
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