The black stretch limousine seemed unremarkable, but it was actually a globally limited edition luxury special supply.
Each of these cars is worth tens of millions, and getting one requires not just money, but also status.
Indeed,
the latter is relatively more important.
A young man in a tailored suit stepped out of the car, adjusted his tie, and looked forward.
"Young Master."
The middle-aged man dressed as a butler put down his phone, bowed, and replied:
"That Daoist Fang has come out. Should we go and greet him?"
"Greet what?" Zheng Liang sneered, a hint of disdain on his face:
"Greeting a Daoist emerging from nowhere? A broker who has deceived his way into high society?"
"Young Master." The butler frowned:
"Master said that this Daoist Fang is truly skilled, and we should treat him courteously, not neglect him.
"After all, he might be able to heal the young lady."
Zheng Liang's expression slightly changed.
