"You are the head of the Northwest General Chamber of Commerce, Su Zhengjun, right?"
Zhang Xiaoshan's gaze fell on Su Zhengjun, speaking in a cold tone.
"You've injured the martial artist of the White Dragon Association and seized members of our White Dragon Commerce. Have you thought about how you're going to explain this to me?"
Zhang Xiaoshan's icy words sent a chill through Su Zhengjun.
How could an ordinary person like Su Zhengjun bear the murderous aura of a Divine Realm expert?
He was instantly scared out of his wits.
"Master Lei, Master Lei, save me, save me!"
Su Zhengjun knelt down, clutching Lei Gang's leg and wailing.
"Kid, how did you escape the siege of my master and those fellow disciples?"
Lei Gang looked at Zhang Xiaoshan with a puzzled expression.
"Oh, your master? Then, you must be the senior disciple of the Third Moon Envoy?"
"You know my master's name, have you met?"
