The situation in the field was so bizarre that even a fool could see that Fang Zheng was not to be trifled with. Moreover, his relationship with Hu Zi and the others wasn't that close.
"Enough."
Someone spoke:
"Scar, let's focus on business."
"Elder Gou." Scar's facial muscles twitched, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, he nodded and stepped back:
"As you say."
Elder Gou was a tall, thin old man in a suit, with a three-inch beard, exuding an extraordinary and unique aura.
Beside him was a middle-aged man with a limp.
Crippled John!
The tomb raider who dug up the Jia Family's ancestral grave!
By this logic, Elder Gou must be the Feng Shui Master behind Crippled John, surveying the tomb locations.
One specializes in tomb raiding while the other in Feng Shui; indeed, they were a perfect match.
"Daoist Fang."
Crippled John smiled and cupped his hands:
"Do you still remember me? A few months ago, we met at the Juqi Studio auction in Hai Province."
