Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty-Five
If it had been just any ordinary person walking in, Long Xiaoshan wouldn't have cared much.
But the three people who entered all gave him a peculiar feeling; none was weaker than the old ghost from the Fan Family last night, especially the young man leading the way. Uncommonly handsome, his proportions seemed carved from gold, so much so that even Long Xiaoshan felt a hint of jealousy. Although Long Xiaoshan thought he was quite handsome with a bit of grooming, he seemed to fall a little short compared to this man. His calm and arrogant demeanor clearly belonged to a dashing heir from a noble family.
Having just captured eight experts last night, and now three more had appeared, Long Xiaoshan immediately went out to confront them. Regardless of their backgrounds, this was his turf.
"What are you going to do?" Zhao Xiaoqiao asked, seeing Long Xiaoshan get up.
"We have guests," Long Xiaoshan said.
