"You say this fish is yours; if you call it, will it respond?"
Chang Sheng looked at Ruan Xinxue with interest before turning his gaze to Qin Yang, his hair dyed blond, wearing cheap clothes, clearly not someone with any kind of background.
"Hahaha..."
As soon as Chang Sheng finished speaking, Wu Jin and the others burst into laughter.
"Whether it responds, I don't know, but I do know that if the fish isn't given to me, things are going to get ugly for you all."
There was a hint of coldness in Qin Yang's eyes. The Fire Spirit Fish was precious to him at the moment, and he couldn't afford to lose it.
"You're really arrogant, aren't you? It seems you don't know who I am..."
Chang Sheng smiled dismissively, not taking Qin Yang's words to heart. Just some street punk from who knows where, clearly out of touch with reality.
"Who are all these nobodies?"
Qin Yang frowned, turning to the woman in a cheongsam next to him, asking.
