Entering room 301, Xiaobao immediately spotted three people inside. Duanmu Yang's eyes became sharp instantly, his expression turned solemn as he glanced at the three of them, then burst into laughter, praising Li Xiaobao profusely: "Xiaobao, honestly I've always thought you were someone destined to achieve great things. What I did earlier was just a different kind of lottery..."
Duanmu Yang wanted to say more, but Li Xiaobao's face suddenly changed: "Damn, old man, stop praising me, stop trying to use me, stop tricking me. I'm telling you, there'll be no repeat of what happened in Duyang City!"
Duanmu Yang chuckled craftily: "How can you say that? Do I seem like the kind of immoral person who'd send you into danger? Do I look like someone who'd trick you?"
Looking at the old geezer's crafty demeanor, sharp-nosed and monkey-faced, Li Xiaobao couldn't even muster the energy to mock him.
But the three people beside him all nodded in unison upon hearing Duanmu Yang's question.
