"She has no right to make terms with you, but what about me?"
Just as Sha Wang and the others were eyeing each other warily, a strange, weathered voice suddenly infiltrated the crowd.
Upon hearing this voice, everyone, including Sha Wang and Tie Shanshan, instinctively turned to look.
They saw a middle-aged man, over 1.80 meters tall, robust and brawny, slowly emerging from the forest.
Though he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, his face was marked with numerous scars.
When he curled his lips into a smile, the scars twisted along, giving him a feral look like an Evil Ghost from hell.
"You... who are you?"
Seeing the newcomer, Sha Wang immediately frowned and spoke as if facing an enemy.
He felt a faint sense of threat emanating from this man.
He had met many people, but such a presence was only found with the bodyguards surrounding Mr. Wu.
As far as he knew, Mr. Wu's bodyguards were elite mercenaries, hardened by countless battles.
