Just when the Wei Family was basking in the joy of having struck a deal with Heaven God International, the middle-aged man representing them showed little happiness.
"Still no word?"
"No. Hasn't he contacted you either?" Sang Lie looked over.
"I have a bad feeling," the middle-aged man turned his head and said gravely, "Lei Yiming must have run into trouble."
Sang Lie's eyebrows raised slightly, he didn't speak immediately but looked at the middle-aged man and after a moment withdrew his gaze, "Who do you think it might be? Old Gods Association?"
The middle-aged man's voice echoed soulfully, "To think that a small place that can't even be considered a mid-level city could hide such dragons and tigers, this makes it difficult for me."
