After a long moment, Song Qingwan finally spoke, her voice laced with disbelief. "Zhao Dong… you… you know Black Dragon?"
Zhao Dong glanced at her, smiled, and walked toward Black Dragon.
Black Dragon's face immediately turned pale, and his body began to tremble slightly. He had witnessed Zhao Dong's terrifying power. At that moment, he was too frightened to even breathe heavily. He looked at Zhao Dong, his face a mask of desperation, silently pleading for him to save face in front of so many people. If a fight broke out now, he, Brother Black Dragon, would become a laughingstock.
Zhao Dong strolled over and, facing Black Dragon, grinned. "Brother Black Dragon?"
Black Dragon shuddered, unsure whether to laugh or cry. He squeezed out a smile that was uglier than tears. "Mr… Mr. Zhao."
Zhao Dong smiled faintly and whispered in a voice only Black Dragon could hear, "With so many people here, I'll let you save face. You know what to do, right?"
