Chao Hongjie and Chao Bao were not even in the same league.
Chao Bao wore his arrogance and tyranny right on his face; his joy and anger showed plainly. One look told you exactly what sort of thing he was.
Chao Hongjie was the complete opposite—old, cunning, honey on his lips and daggers in his heart, equally skilled at singing and acting...
If Zhang Yuan had truly been a teenager in his teens, he would have been sweet-talked so thoroughly that he would not know north from south.
He would have obediently walked straight into the trap.
But Zhang Yuan had lived two lives. How could he fail to see the sinister intentions hidden beneath Chao Hongjie's kindly mask?
It was only because Zhang Yuan was still weak that he played along with the uncle and nephew.
But Zhang Yuan had not gained nothing.
First, he had learned why Chao Bao wanted to seize the River Bend Area.
As for the claim that Chao Bao's mother had contracted a grave illness and needed a White Dragon Loach as a medicinal catalyst to save her life—
Zhang Yuan did not believe a single word of it!
Yet one thing was certain: the White Dragon Loach was extremely important to Chao Hongjie, important enough that he was willing to employ every means at his disposal.
The uncle and nephew had certainly not come to apologize only to Zhang Yuan today.
Zhang Yuan was far from the only gang disciple fishing in the River Bend Area. By putting forward such a grand and righteous excuse, Chao Hongjie had both quelled public opinion and erected a memorial archway for his own purchase scheme.
Under such circumstances, who would catch a White Dragon Loach and still refuse to sell it to him?
Anyone who did