In this world, the concept of insurance also exists. Martial artists often engage in battles, and accidental injuries or even death are common; therefore, the insurance business is exceptionally flourishing.
But those who purchase insurance are usually the kind who lick blood off the blade's edge for a long time and still have concerns in their hearts. Qin Tianyou, who holds himself in high regard and has been protected under the dynasty's wings since childhood, how could he possibly buy such commercial insurance?
The meaning in Zhang Menglong's words was very clear—it was complete disdain for him!
"Only useless people need that kind of thing. You better buy the insurance yourself first!" In a verbal spar, even ten Qin Tianyous wouldn't be Zhang Menglong's match!
"Then let me ask you, do you have health insurance?" Zhang Menglong's mouth began to cause trouble again.
"Will you ever stop?"
