The Second Elder was furious. What the hell was this? They'd even called those people water bandit pirates, but these guys were more vicious than pirates. And that Hu Feng was only a Divine Realm Second Level middle stage Martial Artist, yet he dared treat him so rudely. He lowered his voice and said, "Boss Hu, do you think we're that easy to bully? Twenty pieces of Black Obsidian exchanged for food are enough to keep us going for over ten years."
"Heh, you're not satisfied? Then don't trade with us. Go find your own food. Don't think Tie Hualong is anything special—when he sees our Island Master he still walks with his head down. And what the hell do you count as?"
Hu Feng sneered at the Second Elder, his face full of contempt.
