Jiang Wenlin subconsciously touched his cheek and instantly discovered a faint trace of blood. His expression changed slightly.
A flying cigarette butt actually had that much power?
Was this kid actually an expert?
For some reason, the moment he stepped into the alley, he had sensed an invisible aura condense around them.
It was as if they had entered the young man's domain.
He dispelled the ridiculous thoughts in his mind and walked toward the young man step by step.
In River City, in the field of martial arts, no one could stand against the Jin, Meng and Jiang families.
He had never seen this kid in front of him before. So what kind of strength could he possibly have anyway?
That cigarette butt just now had just been a coincidence!
If the other party really had some measure of ability, why would he need to be so secretive about bidding for the hundred-herb cauldron?
