Su Xiaoxi thought about it and felt that this possibility was increasingly likely. After all, the times Tang Ming had tricked him before involved amounts of just thousands or tens of thousands, yet now he was asking for fifty million at the outset. Although the price was justified, the gap from before was too great.
"Are you kidding me?"
Sun Zhuangjia's mouth twitched, and as he rubbed his eyes, he stared incredulously at the Gang Qi surrounding Tang Ming's body. This strength seemed to be on par with, if not beyond, Xin Badao and Chu Batian—why would he still need bodyguards?
"Are we good now?"
Tang Ming withdrew his Gang Qi and said disdainfully, "Do you think someone without real strength can be the Group Leader of the Martial Arts Inspection Team? With my level of prowess, do I really need Xin Badao and Chu Batian to be my bodyguards? Mr. Armored Vehicle, can't you use your brain a bit when doing things?"
"It has to be fake, definitely fake."
