Zhang Menglong's voice suddenly caught the attention of the surrounding martial artists.
The Ding Family was now in its heyday; who would dare to speak to them with such a tone and attitude? In the Ancient Martial Arts World, fighting and killing were common, especially among top-level martial artists. Even if someone killed another in broad daylight, no one would dare to object.
"Who is this person to speak to the Ding Family like that?"
"It looks like the Ding Family owes him money?"
"Hmm? He's not even a martial artist? Could he be a peripheral member in charge of managing the family's assets? Is he looking for death?"
"I think I've seen this person; isn't that aircraft carrier docked in the harbor his?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I just walked past him, and it seemed like he was called Zhang Ritian, a member of the Ritian Sect."
"What Ritian Sect? I've never heard of such a sect. Can any Tom, Dick, or Harry now attend our annual grand gathering of the Ancient Martial Arts World?"
