"Trash? Who are you calling trash?" Beiting Yao had had enough today. Only now did he know what kind of life his younger brother had been living all these years.
No matter how much her family bullied her, even outsiders looked down on her.
"Of course I'm talking about the ninth young master. If he's not trash, why is he hiding behind others?" The young man carried a heavy sword on his back. As he was very strong, he had some prestige among the mercenaries in Luobei City.
Beiting Huang pulled Beiting Yao behind her and squinted at the sword behind the young man. "What level are you?"
"Huang Bin, the ninth young master is a Seven Star Swordsman!" The receptionist had flirted with this young man called Huang Bin for a long time. She must have had some feelings for him and kindly reminded him.
