"Acheng, let's go."
The moment Chen Zheng's figure vanished, Wang Lin had the middle-aged man follow. They moved like the wind to the corridor entrance, where Wang Lin gave Acheng a meaningful look. In an instant, Acheng flashed in front of Chen Zheng and Guo Fu, blocking the entryway like an insurmountable mountain.
"What is the meaning of this?" Guo Fu's voice was as cold as a sword's edge.
Wang Lin stepped forward with a smile. "Please don't misunderstand. We only came to make a trade, not to make enemies of you."
"Then why are you blocking our path?" Guo Fu asked, her brows furrowed.
Wang Lin looked at Chen Zheng, suddenly realizing he didn't even know the man's name. "Er... sir, perhaps we could join forces?" he tried.
"Not interested," Chen Zheng replied coldly.
