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"Boss Hu?"
The Black Cripple deliberately waved his palm in front of Boss Hu.
Damn, weren't you quite the show-off? Why are you acting so timid now?
Boss Hu wiped the sweat that had formed on his forehead.
He forced a smile, saying, "Fang Ren, you truly deserve your reputation as someone who can take down the Exorcist and the Yin Yang Master from Eastern Japan and Nanyang. The moment you make a move, we all know what you're capable of! Hahaha!"
Creak, creak.
Xu Hongfa was gnawing on the old man's thigh, a savage expression of enjoyment on his face.
This specially trained corpse has a great flavor! Crunchy, like chicken! So delicious, I want to eat it every day.
"Shall we eat first and discuss business later?" Boss Hu tentatively looked at Zuo Ci and asked.
He no longer dared to maintain his previous arrogance.
Regarding the offerings he had provided, he didn't dare to say another word, fearing that Zuo Ci might explode in anger at any moment.
No need for dishes to be served!
Zuo Ci smiled, "I'm still quite interested in the gift from Boss Hu!"
A gift? Right here!
Boss Hu hurriedly pulled out a Bronze Box from beneath his feet. The surface of the box was intricately carved with a Taotie Pattern.
It was mottled all over and exuded a rich black Yin Qi, clearly indicating it was a valuable item that had just been unearthed. A rare treasure indeed!
Zuo Ci took the Bronze Box and slowly opened it.
Inside the box lay a bottle, entirely black as ink, seemingly unremarkable—the Black Gourd. The mouth of the gourd was intricately carved with a Ghost Face Totem, emanating a chilling aura that pierced to the bone.
Zuo Ci caressed the gourd, feeling a stir within his heart. This was indeed a valuable item. Not only could it nurture malevolent energy, but it could also cultivate magical treasures. Storing something as profoundly dark as the Wan Hun Fan within the gourd could even enhance its quality.
The key was that his Wan Hun Formation's focal point could be perfectly embodied by the Yang Sha Hulu. Zuo Ci smiled, pleased with this gift.
"Boss Hu, let's discuss the matter at hand!" Zuo Ci said as he carefully stored away the Yang Sha Hulu. "In life, what matters most is reputation. As long as you are willing to invest, no matter how great the challenge, it becomes trivial!"
Fang Zhenren truly was straightforward, he chuckled heartily. Boss Hu feigned a boisterous laugh in response, though his acting left much to be desired. Even Black Cripple, standing nearby, could see through it.
At this moment, Black Cripple felt like he was sitting on pins and needles; his own troubles likely paled in comparison to those of Zuo Ci. "Boss Hu, perhaps it's best not to laugh too heartily. Since my master has accepted your gift, it means there should be no issues!"
Black Cripple forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. In Tongcheng, such formidable individuals were not allowed to exist without scrutiny. Didn’t you know? I want Mr. Fang to help me maintain order!
Boss Hu sighed with a bitter smile. "This time, Bie Bao Ren has brought forth a significant figure from Ailao Mountain. This matter has attracted many prying eyes, including some formidable experts!"
Upon finishing his statement, he cast a probing glance at Zuo Ci.
Zuo Ci chuckled in response. "A single Yang Sha Hulu can ensure your safety from death; however, the price for maintaining order is not cheap!"
What a joke.
I guarantee you won't die; it only takes a slight show of strength, and those guys will naturally understand that Zuo Ci is not to be trifled with.
After all, they are all here for the treasures. They have no grievances with Boss Hu, and they certainly don't want to provoke someone of Zuo Ci's caliber.
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