"Ah, oh my, scared me to death!"
Deltor sneered while puffing on a cigar, "I don't mind, if Sixth Master wants to have a shootout with our family, we can start with us two. Do you really think you're that brat Ling Shuo?"
Ling Zan's face turned ashen, his hand was already on the knife handle, and instantly people around rushed to mediate.
"No need, no need."
"Hey, Deltor, what are you doing?"
"I'm telling you, Ah Zan, why bother with him? He's just like that..."
After watching the show, some people uttered a few cheap words. The ones here were representatives from various syndicates, and if you say they are good-hearted, it's not true. They were merely using Deltor to suppress Ling Zan's arrogance, to help unite against external threats.
Everyone gathered here today to resolve the chaos stirred up by Ling Shuo, right?
Not only were influential figures from the Seven Cities discreetly present, but even other Desert Market branches affected in business sent people.
