"Six million!" Dachang Lu seemed to be a rich man. If he, a Big Shot in the opening stage, couldn't win against a junior, he would be a joke.
Even so, people noticed that the guest Big Shot's mouth twitched unnaturally. The whole place was silent-no one could jump out and mess things up anymore. The essence cultivating golden devil grass could only fall into the hands of one or two people, either Lin Yi or Lu Dachang. The others could only stand aside and watch from a distance.
"Not bad, not bad. That old bastard Lu Dachang is dead for sure!" Bao zuoliang almost laughed out loud when he saw this.
Although Dachang Lu was on the same side as his father, he had no respect for him, the young city Lord. After the last quarrel with his son, the old bastard even wanted to teach him a lesson personally. Fortunately, baofala saved the situation in time, or else he would have suffered a great loss.
