It was pretty interesting.
Their expressions, just like a spilled paint palette, were really colorful, which was too amusing.
Murong loved to watch.
"Boss, this kid is too arrogant. Can't we really kill him?" Killing him would make his supplies cheap for them.
"You think I don't want to? We've tried, but we can't beat him." The boss really wanted a cigarette, he wanted it too, those supplies, he saw, those supplies had cigarettes.
There were actually cigarettes.
Good cigarettes at that.
This one, called Murong, was clearly no ordinary man.
Not just a simple Superpower User.
Sure enough, last time he and his people tried to intercept Murong, Murong wiped them all out in an instant.
Didn't kill them, just knocked everyone down.
He suffered heavy losses and didn't even get a single hair.
Later he chose a man who looked slightly anxious to go and deceive.
He must have been out of his mind at the time, actually thinking that Murong might have a sympathetic heart.
