This thing... even has a king?
Fuck, don't tell me there are underground competitions too?
Criminal. This is way too criminal.
"You've got quite the addiction. Ah, I understand. Back when I was your age, I was tempered by hardship, fragrant as plum blossoms in winter, killing gods if gods stood in my way and Buddhas if Buddhas stood in my way. The older sisters of Xiling back then would go weak the moment they saw me..."
Song Luping's thoughts seemed to jump around rather quickly. Now he had started reminiscing about his glorious past again.
Lin Li blinked. This guy looked barely over twenty, yet he was already talking about the good old days? His prime seemed suspiciously short.
Then again, he was already using Divine Oil.
But given the situation, Lin Li didn't feel right interrupting him. He could only listen to him reminisce, even playing along. "What happened next? Really? Hey, look at that..."
Lin Li's responses really did please Song Luping—Kou Kou had felt the same way in class today.
At last, after finishing his story and stuffing a skewer of cauliflower into his mouth, he proactively steered the topic back in the direction Lin Li wanted. "As for the other Xiling Chicken Farms you're looking for, you really came to the right person."
"Like the friend who told you about Light Jazz, I'm an outsider. But I know this place better than most locals do.
"As for Xiling Chicken Farms, I could practically be called an encyclopedia. Ninety percent of my monthly salary goes toward this." Song Luping spoke with immense pride.
Was that really something to be proud of?
Still, Song Luping hadn't disappointed him. Beneath the table, Lin Li lightly pumped his clenched fist when he heard that answer.
He had finally caught