Zhao Meijing could not fathom how those two burly men had met their mishap, but she could only helplessly shake her head at Ren Feifan's blatant lies.
What is this Ninth Master but a trifling matter?
Such words could probably only be spoken by someone like Ren Feifan who is clueless about the ways of the world.
When the Ninth Master was turning Capital City upside down, Ren Feifan probably wasn't even born yet!
For some reason, the positive impression Zhao Meijing had of Ren Feifan one year ago completely collapsed at this moment.
The once brave young man had degenerated into smug arrogance in just one year.
This might just be the way men change.
He is utterly oblivious to the concept that even a mighty dragon cannot suppress a local serpent.
Not to mention that the Ninth Master is not just any local serpent; in the entire underworld of Capital City, he is undoubtedly one of the most toxic and powerful.
Any prey he sets his sights on has only a dead end awaiting them.
