Jiang Meng said with a smile, "So you are the Qinghuang Sect, frightened into sending people and money by the Demon of Southern Nation?
How could my husband admit to having any ties with you.
You've overthought it.
He is much better than you.
At least, he wouldn't be as shameless as you!"
"You bitch! What are you saying!"
Huang Erlang erupted in anger, raising his hand to slap her.
However, before his hand could make contact,
it was knocked to the ground by a flying pebble.
"Ah——!"
Huang Erlang screamed miserably.
"Get lost! Even President Jiang isn't someone you can bully!"
Someone walked over.
It was none other than the Ultimate Fist King.
"Just wait!"
At the sight of the Ultimate Fist King, Huang Erlang and his crew knew they were no match.
Fleeing in fear, they bolted.
At that moment, Leng Yan ran out from inside.
"President Jiang, we truly won the bid!"
Leng Yan knew that Xiao Chen hadn't helped this time.
So she was still anxious and nervous.
