On the crowded street, Wang Yan wandered along by himself.
Ahead of him, Wang Anquan acted like a lackey, proactively clearing a path through the crowd.
Wang Anquan did not even know whether he should laugh or cry.
What made him want to cry was Wang Yan's fearsome reputation. Taking down Yan Baimei was secondary; the main thing was that Wang Yan had dared to go after Chen Hao alone and challenge more than a hundred armed men by himself. That level of combat prowess was far too outrageous. Afterward, accounts of the battlefield's horrific state had grown increasingly exaggerated, and he was terrified.
Naturally, what made him want to laugh was also Wang Yan's fearsome reputation. It was simply too imposing. And Wang Yan seemed highly capable as well.
He had already been in Xiao Molong for some time, and he had been here before. He could sense the changes in the place. As a dog, he had also taken the initiative to gather information, so he knew that everything was connected to Wang Yan.
That was why, the moment Yan Baimei and that vanished junket agent were mentioned, he had immediately zeroed in on Wang Yan. Because this matter had truly been huge.
Although Yan Baimei carried less weight than Chen Hao, in Xiao Molong, Yan Baimei had been a genuine big shot with a name. Junket agents naturally had their own social circles, and as word spread from one person to ten, then from ten to a hundred, the earlier events had more or less been reconstructed. Some parts might have been exaggerated, but it was basically the truth. After all, what Wang Yan could do was even more outrageous than people imagined.
"What can you do?"
"Mr. Wang, I'm a dog. What I'm best at is