The woman stopped in her tracks, not daring to move forward.
The Jianghu indeed hides many dragons and crouching tigers, but she had never seen such a method of concealment!
Honestly, only the Grandmaster himself didn't know what kind of level these people under him were, and only he could organize this group to do clean business with him.
Xiong Shan stood up.
His son was not yet grown, so his father still had to work hard.
Li Zhiyuan: "Have another drink with my Grandmaster."
Li Sanjiang nodded: "Yes, Shan Hou, drink a bit more, it won't delay the afternoon's work."
Xiong Shan sat down.
Li Zhiyuan: "Brother Runsheng."
Run Sheng put down his chopsticks, holding his stomach: "Gotta make space, so I can eat more."
Li Sanjiang laughed and cursed: "What a habit!"
Run Sheng left his seat, casually picking up the Yellow River Shovel used earlier while setting up the flat ground.
Uncle Qin looked at Li Zhiyuan and asked:
"So soon?"
Li Zhiyuan: "A bit different."
