Old Nine was indignant.
'I'm not some amateur; I'm the head of the black market!'
He whimpered, wanting to protest.
Just then, Leng Yuan's dark eyes fell on him.
He immediately cowered and squeezed his eyes shut.
'Forget it. A pushover it is, then!'
'Hadn't Lu Yuanbin just cowered and knelt, too?'
'Six of one, half a dozen of the other.'
Lu Yuanbin paid Old Nine no mind. He didn't dare make a peep, even after being kicked.
Come to think of it, he'd been beaten often since he started following Leng Yuan. A kick like that wouldn't even leave a scratch.
'I just knew Brother Leng still had a soft spot for me.'
Leng Yuan couldn't bear to look at Lu Yuanbin. After dressing him down, he told him to get up.
"From now on, you and Jianshe will continue to train for me."
Lu Yuanbin didn't dare argue.
Gu Jiaojiao, however, understood Leng Yuan's deeper intentions.
She and Leng Yuan had previously discussed the future, including economic development.
