"While we were shopping earlier, you were following us from the shadows, and now you want to take us to the management team. What are your intentions?" Mo Huasong asked.
The team leader glanced at Mo Huasong dismissively.
He had been observing Mo Huasong secretly for a long time. With Mo, a youth who was unfamiliar with martial arts, and a charlatan named Fat Dragon accompanying him, how could they pose any threat?
He knew that Fat Dragon was despised by everyone in the martial arts world. Even if he killed Fat Dragon, no one would stand up for him.
"Hmph, we are the administrators of Night Garden. Once you enter Night Garden's territory, you are under our jurisdiction. Judging from your sneaky behavior, you must be up to something. And that Fat Dragon, always swindling money in Night Garden, how could we let him go?" The team leader sneered.
Fat Dragon whispered to Mo Huasong, "Young man, this guy's eyeing your spatial bag."
