"Boss, this is a golden opportunity. The black market over there is empty, and his men aren't with him anymore. Plus, he came here all by himself. If something were to happen to him, he'd only have himself to blame."
One of his men stepped forward and muttered.
Hearing this, Old Nine thought it made sense.
Before Old Nine could say anything, Lu Yuanbin had already sauntered in, his hands in his pockets and a devil-may-care look on his face.
Seeing Lu Yuanbin walk in, Old Nine leaned on his cane with both hands, freezing in place. He glanced behind Lu Yuanbin and spoke with unconcealed glee.
"What's this, Third Master? Lost your black market business and all your men, have you? Now you have to show up yourself."
"Are things so bad you can't even afford to eat? We've known each other for years, you know. If you just say the word, Third Master, I can spare a meal for you."
Lu Yuanbin looked at Old Nine as if he were an idiot.
