Wang Dafa: I'm Sending in Undercover Agents!

In Wang Dafa's courtyard, Wang Dafa sat across from Shi Tiexin with a genial expression.

"A'zun, you've really worked hard lately. At first, I never expected everything to progress so smoothly, much less that you'd arrange everything so clearly and handle our relationships with clients with such perfect measure." Wang Dafa took a box from his pocket. Inside were several cigars.

He took one out, snipped off the tip with a crisp click, and personally began to toast it. "Our development has gone so smoothly entirely because of you. Come, have one."

For the boss to light his cigarette—what an honor. Yet Shi Tiexin showed no trace of arrogance, and his attitude remained as usual. "Brother Fa, sit down. I can do it myself."

Shi Tiexin lit the cigar. The thick cigar was just the right size in his hand. He took a measured puff, and the Minor Drawing Method activated naturally, swiftly expelling the trace toxins from his body and even turning poison into nourishment. The Primordial Devourer Physique truly was tremendously effective in this regard. Immunity to All Poisons was no empty boast.

Still, the fact that even a cigar could trigger the Minor Drawing Method surprised Shi Tiexin somewhat.

Wang Dafa smoked the same cigar, reclining in his chair as he puffed out clouds of smoke. "A'cheng is truly far behind you. All he knows every day is to show off his bravery and fight. He doesn't understand that we aren't merely a street gang—we're people who want to become bigger and stronger. Tokyo is one chessboard, Japan is another. What we need to be are the hands moving the pieces, not personally entering the field to fight and kill over every matter. Don't you agree, A'zun?"

Wang Dafa spoke as if casually, concealing his gaze behind