"Looking at you, you can't be twenty yet, can you?"
"Tsk, tsk, look at that baby face!"
"Tell me, how many girls have you led astray so far?"
"When you frequent the brothels, do you usually pay?"
"Why the disguise? And what's with the two scars? Did you think your own face wasn't intimidating enough?"
"…"
Tang Wen hadn't even opened his mouth.
Shopkeeper Li was already circling him.
At the same time, she threw a series of bizarre questions at him.
Why did it sound like two brothel regulars exchanging trade secrets?
"I am single-mindedly devoted to my Martial Arts Training!"
Tang Wen wore a perfect smile, his eyes quietly glancing at the fragments on the floor.
That was the lid of the "Iron Coffin" that he had shattered.
He had just personally experienced how extraordinary the material was, how resistant it was to impact, how soundproof, and how airtight.
Because of this, he knew the thing was definitely not cheap.
'How much am I going to have to pay?'
