Wang Hansao listened for a moment and realized that what these people were talking about was slander.

Several people still had mud spots on their trousers.

There is an indescribable strange smell on my body.

Wang Han ate his food and listened with his ears straightened up.

The pock-marked man poked the bottom of the bowl with his chopsticks, "How about we do it with Mr. Yao? Mr. Yao happens to be in the mountain city too. He wants skills and connections, and he needs people and connections. When Mr. Yao eats meat, he will never leave his brothers behind."

The strong man who spoke first shook his head. He only had four fingers on one hand and held the chopsticks in a very strange way, "Not this time."

"Why not this time?"

"Think about it, what does it mean that Mr. Yao is holding a knife and fork instead of chopsticks this time?"

Several people with pockmarked faces asked in confusion, "What?"

"It means that the white-skinned ghost is also eyeing this pot of meat. The white-skinned ghost is eyeing this pot of meat. How can this pot of meat be different? And I have a little tidbit!
Chapter completed!