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After talking himself dry, Ling Shuo's vision blackened, and his blood pressure nearly went out of control. No, bro? So after all that talking, you didn't understand a single damn word I said?!
But when he looked at those calm eyes, carrying the peculiar blank ignorance of a White Deer, his expression twitched twice before he finally forced out a stiff smile.
Don't rush, don't rush. His surname is An!
Just like when An Ran introduced himself, all he needed to do was state his name—there was no need for any other title or designation. In Wild Bazaar, there was only one family that dared to reveal that name outright.
Hunting Finger Flying Light!
Even if An Ran had specifically emphasized that he no longer had any connection to the An Family, sure, they could say that—but could he really take it at face value?
This was someone Mister Ji had brought in, all right!
The blond guy had only just left, and before Ling Shuo's tail had even had time to rise, a White Deer Hunter Finger came to greet him. It was fucking terrifying! Though this was indeed rare and powerful support, it also carried more than a little warning.
Don't think that becoming the boss by playing the grandson means you can haggle with me. I have people in Wild Bazaar too, kid.
It was only because An Ran had not worn gloves when he announced his name. Otherwise, forget Ling Shuo—even the real boss would have pissed himself on the spot... Whenever the An Family went out to handle matters, they obeyed only the Chieftain's orders, and represented Wild Bazaar's authority.
Weapons might be brought personally, but the gloves were bestowed by the Chieftain for every operation. They carried the White Deer-recognized power of life