The few who had mocked Ye Xiao in this private room last time were now trembling in their legs.
"Sir, what do you think of how things were handled?"
Having already killed two men, Wang Hu approached Ye Xiao without a change in facial expression, bowed with a fist in hand, and performed a martial artist's salutation.
Even if it meant being just a dog for Ye Xiao, he was willing at this moment.
On his way over, he had personally witnessed Uncle Liu, scared pale, fleeing in panic.
That was a Body Refinement fifth-level martial artist.
Someone like Wang Hu, with his status and identity, could not even come into contact with a Body Refinement second-level martial artist.
"Not bad,"
Ye Xiao replied indifferently, his peripheral vision catching Tang Shishi, who was standing still, and knew that he could no longer keep things under wraps.
"Take out the money, and speak up about where you're interested in now."
