Liu Laosi finished speaking and hurriedly left.
Yang Fei felt a bit of warmth in his heart.
For a little guy like Liu Laosi to risk danger and do this was truly commendable.
There was an hour for time out, and only ten minutes had passed.
A man with a sallow face walked over.
He kept his voice very low.
"Our boss knows you're a big shot and wants to see me. Do you dare to come with me?"
Yang Fei, feeling a bit restless, listened to this and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Barbaric Arhat?"
The man nodded, looking at Yang Fei provocatively: "Afraid?"
Yang Fei spat out a mouthful of saliva: "Whoever is afraid is a damn grandson."
This guy posed in a defiant manner, swaggering behind the man, showing off and feeling pleased with himself.
In the prison, rumors spread like wildfire.
Everyone knew that the Barbaric Arhat was going to deal with this pretty boy.
The crowd watched him strut around arrogantly, oblivious to the danger, and started gossiping.
