Bai Lang frowned.
Wang Qian snorted coldly, arrogantly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the group of lackeys before finally landing on Bai Lang.
"Perhaps you really are outstanding, but in front of my 'Young Master Feng,' you're nothing but trash."
"Has anyone heard of Hidden Dragon from Huacheng?"
"No."
Some shook their heads; after all, Sea City was close to Huacheng but they were still separate cities.
"Sounds like a fancy name, but who knows what he really is."
"Hmm, never heard of him."
Listening to these people's discussions, Wang Qian suddenly felt like he was playing the lute to a cow. Naturally, since their 'Young Master Feng' always kept a low profile, otherwise how would he be called Hidden Dragon?
"Brother Hua, why waste words on this old fart? We few can take him down."
