Shang Yukang had been in charge of the Red Wolf Gang for decades; what turmoil hadn't he seen?
He had dealt with Lv Zhongsheng for over ten years and knew exactly what kind of person he was... like a chicken eating a luminescent worm, he was well aware.
However,
Staring at a pile of precious herbs on the table, Shang Yukang's face twitched as he fell into deep thought.
There must be a ghost in the machine!
"Gang Leader, I mean no other intent, just asking you to lend a hand," Lv Zhongsheng chuckled, wrinkling his dry skin, "When you meet the Direct Disciple in the next few days, please bring these medicinal bath herbs and, by the way, mention our Lv Family."
Shang Yukang's gaze darted, seeing Lv Zhongsheng's face earnest yet quickly turning away, his eyes rolling ceaselessly in their sockets.
Damn it, what does that mean?
Just a day before, this old friend came over hinting at him to side with the Inner Sect Disciples against the parachuted Direct Disciple.
