Zhao Jinlong's face was plastered with a smile, yet with great displeasure, he ushered the two into his office.
"Mr. Zhao, just get to the point," the young man said with a smile, sitting down on the sofa.
Zhao Jinlong nodded, pouring tea for them while he recounted the events.
After narrating the entire incident, Zhao Jinlong emphasized a point.
"That youngster easily crushed a baseball bat with one hand. Such strength is enough to prove that he's an Ancient Martial Artist, isn't it?"
"You're overthinking it, Mr. Zhao. No matter who he is, as long as he has troubled you, we can take action to help you," the young man said indifferently with a slight smile.
His words gave Zhao Jinlong a start.
No matter who he is?
Aren't these Ancient Martial Artists not supposed to act against ordinary people?
This left Zhao Jinlong feeling perplexed.
He was upset about the situation with Qi Ge.
But he knew the reason very well.
