"..." Old Wu suddenly felt even more embarrassed.
Despised!
He was actually despised by this guy!
"Alright, alright, Old Wu, no, Elder Wu, I'm not making fun of you. I don't ask for much from the Jiaolong Guards, but you have to get me eight Blood Dragon Guards. You can't disrespect the Dragon King, can you?" Fang Yi said.
Old Wu felt like he might have a heart attack.
Not giving you face means not giving the Dragon King face?
Old Wu wanted to argue but couldn't refute it. The other party had the Dragon King Token and the Dragon King's phone number. He couldn't pretend to be ignorant.
"Three Blood Dragon Guards!" Old Wu tentatively proposed.
"Seven!"
"Four!"
"Six!"
"Five!"
"Fine, five then!" Fang Yi immediately agreed, sealing the deal.
Old Wu felt a bit disoriented, as if he had fallen into a trap, definitely fallen into a trap.
