Mu Yang was still somewhat baffled.
Only when Young Master Luo led his men forward did dozens of people instantly surround the place.
"Friend, let's get acquainted," Young Master Luo said with a smile.
"Not interested," Xu Zimo replied flatly.
Smack. Someone beside him stepped forward and slapped the table.
The dishes on the table were sent flying.
"Young Master Luo is giving you face by making friends with you. Don't fail to appreciate kindness.
Ask around this ancient city—how many people dare refuse Young Master Luo's goodwill?"
The one who had overturned the table was also a young man.
He was probably one of Young Master Luo's lackeys.
He looked at Xu Zimo with his nose in the air, as though he would attack the moment a word displeased him.
Xu Zimo shook his head.
"Why force me to spill blood when I was simply trying to have a good meal?"
He glanced at the lackey.
At that moment, everyone suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure descend from the void.
"Young Master Luo, save me!" The youth who had overturned the table struggled desperately.
It was as though an invisible hand had seized his throat from the darkness and lifted him high into the air.
Young Master Luo narrowed his eyes.
"Friend, one more friend means one more road.
I can tell you have some skill.
But in this ancient city, a dragon must coil before me, and a tiger must lie prone."
"Do you know that a dragon crossing the river cannot defeat a local snake?"
"I am not a dragon crossing the river, and you are no local snake," Xu Zimo said calmly.
"You interrupted my meal. If I am unhappy, then the entire Ancient City of Death will not be happy either."
"What a boastful tone!" Young