At that moment, a hand suddenly appeared in front of Ma Guifen and clamped the fake beggar's arm. He immediately felt like an iron wrench had gripped him and no matter how much strength he used, his arm remained three centimeters away from Ma Guifen! Tracing the hand, he realized that it belonged to the fair-skinned bald monk!
Worse than that, the darn baldy was not only unafraid, he wasn't even angry. It was as though he was seeing an old friend. He smiled jovially and asked sweetly, "Amitabha. Patron, you came just in time. This Penniless Monk has a question for you. Have you seen this Patron's daughter?"
