Chen Luo told Deng Xianhong to drive straight to his stall. He would simply exchange the truck for an empty one.
When Deng Xianhong arrived, he saw the words on Chen Luo's sign: Recruiting. Level Three only.
He couldn't help rubbing his eyes, seriously suspecting that he had misread it.
After confirming what it said, his eyes widened. Was this for real?
Was he really that full of himself?
Level Three? Only three people on his team were at that level. The other twenty-odd members were all Level Two. From what Deng Xianhong had observed, Level Three already counted as the elite of the elite, didn't it?
Deng Xianhong had been feeling rather pleased with himself, but now-good grief. Level Three was your minimum requirement?
Deng Xianhong pointed at the sign. "Is that a mistake? Can you actually recruit anyone like that?"
One of Chen Luo's members heard him and couldn't help feeling proud. There might not be many of us, but we're all elites.
"It's not a mistake. Is Level Three really that rare? Everyone here is Level Three."
Indeed, everyone who had come was Level Three.
Deng Xianhong and his companions were utterly stunned. All of them were Level Three?
How was that possible?
He had known Chen Luo was badass, but he hadn't realized just how badass he was.
Chen Luo made a circuit of the place. Just as he was nearing the end, he suddenly spotted a crowd gathered around a stall.
There had to be something good there, or so many people wouldn't have gathered around it.
Chen Luo immediately walked over, pulled a few people aside using a "polite" approach, and squeezed his way in.
The stall owner looked somewhat familiar to Chen Luo.
*Oh, wasn't this Dragon Brother, the man he'd encountered