"Brother, what's your name?" Qi Xiu looked at Zhang Menglong.
It's only a verbal promise, yet he's willing to step forward like this? The opponent has five True Martial Eighth Grade and one True Martial Level Nine; this is dangerous, a life-risking situation.
Even if he really runs away with me, doesn't he fear that I'm just being perfunctory?
At this moment, Qi Xiu had stopped worrying whether Zhang Menglong was money-driven or truly a so-called Demon Spawn; at least at this time, they were already friends tied by life and death.
"I'm Zhang Menglong, the 'Zhang' as in arrogant and domineering!"
"Brother Zhang, if we are fortunate enough to survive today, I would surely vow brotherhood with you; whether it's my wealth or power, I'm willing to share half with you."
"No, I don't want to share half of your wife; I would be beaten to death by my own wife," Zhang Menglong laughed, "I'm only interested in money."
