As his words fell, the distant Silver Galaxy also automatically dispersed, merging into the dirty river.
The looming axe shadow also dispersed following that.
"Boss, let's sit and talk. Hey, you, can't you see we need something? Hurry up and fetch us a couple of stools."
Liu Zheng said to the Fisherman.
"Are you itching for a scratch, hoping I'll fish you out?"
The Fisherman's face twitched.
"The man in front of you is the big shot of the Garbage Processing Plant; your wife and kids might just rely on his protection."
He said nonchalantly, unafraid.
"Hmm?"
The Fisherman looked towards the Fire Mage.
He could only tell that the human before him was strong, but he hadn't felt the essence of the Garbage Processing Plant.
However, from this point of view, the human before him might be stronger than he appeared.
"Brother, you're disparaging me with your words. What big shot? I'm just making a living at the Garbage Processing Plant."
The Fire Mage frowned.
