"Oh? You have that?" Qian Jin cracked a crafty smile. "Take all your Killing Fighting Techniques out, or I won' tell you the other things I need."
Yi felt like he was going to pass out. "What? Are you a warrior or a businessman?"
Qian Jin looked up at the ceiling 50 meters above him as if he could see the stars through that thick layer. "My best friend was the most-skilled tradesman throughout the Zence, Demons or the Barbarians Empires! After living by him those years, I've become who I am now. I must know some tricks, otherwise, he would definitely make fun of me. Am I right, fatty?"
What? Yi examined himself and he had no idea why Qian Jin called him fatty.
"I'm not talking about you." Qian Jin said with a sigh. "He's my friend, and he's been stalled by something. Without him, I can only depend on myself."
"Is there really no wiggle room on this?" Yi asked with begging eyes. Though he was the leader of an influential bandit group, he had no choice now.
