"What exactly did you say to Xue Muhua?"
Seated in the back seat, Zhao Jiaqi was filled with questions.
She simply couldn't understand why a single word from Lin Fan
Could make a grandmaster of the martial arts world kneel and beg for mercy
And even seek to become a disciple.
"I told him my backing is 'Dragon Fang', so he'd better not provoke its power."
Lin Fan, gripping the steering wheel, had a roguish smile on his face.
Some things, you just can't explain to outsiders.
So he couldn't be bothered to explain further.
"Come off it, how could these people of the rivers and lakes possibly take Dragon Fang seriously when centuries-old traditions have long surpassed what Dragon Fang can govern?"
Zhao Jiaqi naturally didn't believe it.
As a member of Dragon Fang, she was well aware of these stubborn martial arts families.
Nice words may suffice on the surface.
But when it comes to interests,
Even the Gong Family would dare to resist.
