"Sir, you seem to have quite an impressive background." Maid Miss asked with a faint smile.
The moment Da Zhe saw Maid Miss's expression, he felt that things were about to go badly—and sure enough, Maid Miss was about to make a move.
Huang Baifu was not stupid at all. He had no real intention of taking anyone as a follower; he was merely testing them. If they took him for the kind of crude, arrogant person who looked down on everyone, then that would be ideal.
He truly did not believe his luck could be this terrible, but he also understood that nothing in the world was certain. This place was bizarre, and after suffering several setbacks already, Huang Baifu naturally knew it was best to remain cautious.
Wouldn't it be better to be a little more polite, get along amicably, and avoid provoking others without reason?
But Huang Baifu actually believed that people were far less wary of fools and arrogant brutes than they were of smiling tigers. Besides, he knew his own situation. His appearance had been assembled into this form from birth, so there was no way he could pass for an elegant young master.
It was much easier to play the image of a big, stupid, dark, and crude thug.
"I am Wang Hu, the personal guard serving Young Master Huang Baifu of the White Tiger Clan." Huang Baifu spoke in a low voice. "You rescued me, so my young master will certainly reward you handsomely. You needn't worry about that."
When Luo Qiu heard the words "White Tiger," he asked curiously, "The White Tiger? The White Tiger among the Four Spirits of Heaven from legend?"
Huang Baifu froze and frowned. In the Divine Land's supernatural world, very few people had never heard of the