Zhao Chengshuang didn't know what exactly happened between Ye Qing and Old Wang Ba, but he could vaguely guess. Old Wang Ba, that old guy, has scammed countless people; even Zhao Chengshuang has been taken in by him. Speaking of Old Wang Ba, quite a few people in Shenchuan City are gnashing their teeth, wanting revenge on him.
"By the way, this guy..." Zhao Chengshuang motioned towards Li Bing'en, who was sitting in the back seat and foolishly chuckling, and said, "What's this guy's background?"
"He's the direct grandson of Northern Fist King, Third Master Li!" Ye Qing replied.
"Really?" Zhao Chengshuang's eyes lit up, and he immediately turned his head excitedly to look at Li Bing'en, saying, "Hey, man, hi, I'm Zhao Chengshuang. I also love martial arts. Whenever you're free, can you teach me a bit?"
"Heh heh..." Li Bing'en still had that silly and carefree look, not even bothering to respond to Zhao Chengshuang's words.
