The Tier-4 young man was named Luo Yong. He was a genius from a minor organization in Five States City, and his prodigious talent led him to look down on his peers.
Especially after becoming a Seven-Star Member of the Iron Hand Martial Arts Hall, his confidence became boundless. He had finally found a beauty he liked and was on the verge of winning her over, only for someone to suddenly butt in out of nowhere. How could he possibly stand for that?
Feng Hao hadn't expected a single sentence from him to cause such chaos. He had only wanted to take the opportunity to promote the Wind Clothing Store; after all, he owned a stake in it and was entitled to a share of its profits.
But he never imagined it would turn into this. All he could say was that he had underestimated the appeal of Wind Attire.
"Ahem, I was just saying that casually. Ladies, please don't take it seriously," Feng Hao said, quickly backtracking.
