The value of Xu Qing's latest transaction reached an astonishing forty thousand taels. A sum this large was enough to attract the attention of truly powerful experts.
So, as Xu Qing left the Black Tiger Spiritual Food Store, he once again felt eyes on him. This time, there were even more people watching than before.
Men die for wealth as birds die for food.
It was an eternal truth.
"It's him."
"If I remember correctly, he's the one from last time. Scarface and his crew went to rob and kill him, but they all turned up as corpses the next day."
"Scarface was at the An Jin level, and his lackeys were all Ming Jin experts. In the end, Scarface was beheaded, and his four lackeys all had their throats slit with a single sword strike."
"He's really strong!"
"..."
As a result, many of those watching had already dismissed the idea of ambushing Xu Qing. They were well aware of their own strength and knew that anyone who could casually produce so much money was not to be trifled with.
