Mu Fan paid no mind to the commotion beside him, and without giving another glance at the soaked, golden retriever-like figure, he turned and walked toward the big-bearded Jika.
"Mr. Jika, can we continue our talk now?"
"Of course, of course we can!"
The fire in the big-bearded man's eyes seemed to ignite two ferocious flames. He wasn't any Federation citizen—this youngster's wild manner was precisely to his taste.
Underneath the facade of hypocrisy lay the true nature.
And now, the youth's every action was clearly aimed at that true nature.
By now, he had almost finalized the deal in his mind; all that remained was to discuss the price.
Beside him, Wang Nuonuo smiled softly, uttering a sentence that nearly choked Rupert on the ground to death with rage.
"Sir, does your hand hurt?"
Rupert felt blood stuck in his throat, about to burst out at any second.
