"With that door-plank face and a build like Xiang Chong's... he actually dares to dream of Song Yusheng? He really doesn't know his own limits..." a girl nearby muttered.
Over the past few days, Li Chenglong had been acting as a middleman, collecting red envelopes until his hands went limp and raking in commissions like mad. His face glowed like a spring breeze, all genial smiles.
As for Xiang Chong, he took his cut from Li Chenglong, gathering golden phoenixes in both sleeves; even Xiang Bing had become much more free-spending lately.
A god of wealth!
Just then.
A girl came striding toward them from across the way.
She stood a full 1.87 meters tall, basically the same height as Zuo Xiaoduo was now, yet to the eye, she seemed a whole head taller than him.
Though tall, she was extremely well proportioned. She could hardly be called voluptuous, but she was filled with a distinctly valiant feminine beauty.
One look at her involuntarily brought to mind a female general galloping across the battlefield, dashing and heroic.
Her face had a slightly androgynous strength to it, yet the more one looked, the more appealing and striking she became. She held a spear a full five meters long, its sharp head alone measuring half a meter, its streamlined contours gleaming coldly.
One glance was enough to tell that it was a formidable killing weapon.
She wore combat boots and a military uniform, her trousers gathered at the ankles. Her long legs were sleek and evenly proportioned, straight and powerful.
She simply strode toward them, yet it was as though thousands of troops and horses were charging together, bearing down on them with an imposing force!
"What a dashing young woman!"
Even Zuo Xiaoduo could not help exclaiming in admiration.
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