Chapter Seventy-Nine
When he saw Long Xiaoshan walk in, Feng Hailong's face drastically changed as he stood up, his eyes filled with utter terror, having just experienced the most horrifying event of his life half an hour ago.
Being targeted by Resentful Spirits is not something ordinary people can withstand.
"You, how did you come here!"
Feng Hailong said in terror.
"Elder Feng, you actually led him to my place?" Zhao Jun's gaze flashed with a hint of murderous intent.
"No, no, I truly didn't know he would come, how could I possibly do that," Feng Hailong hastily argued, drenched in cold sweat.
Zhao Jun sneered, still sitting dominantly, sizing up Long Xiaoshan, and said indifferently, "Interesting, kid, are you the one who transferred Elder Feng's shares away?"
"Indeed, it was me."
Long Xiaoshan calmly took a seat on the sofa opposite Zhao Jun.
