Guan Jieying took a pair of white boots trimmed with gold from the backpack in his hand and said somewhat wistfully, "Back then, your father was too fast, so I had no choice but to prepare these Level-5 Sonic Boots. Unfortunately, things did not go as planned, and I never got the chance to fight him. I'll give these boots to you now. I hope you won't disgrace your father's reputation."
With that, he tossed the Level-5 Sonic Boots to Wang Hao. Xia Weiwei, standing nearby, was dumbfounded. He was ridiculously rich!
Level-5 Sonic Boots were treasures that cost at least tens of billions to buy. Even if someone had the money, they might not be able to get them. They were absolutely a symbol of status.
Yet Guan Jieying had simply given them away without even batting an eye. That was insanely impressive.
Wang Hao quickly stuffed the Level-5 Sonic Boots into his clothes as if afraid someone would snatch them away. Then he stared at the giant sword on Guan Jieying's back and said solemnly, "In ancient times, Boya broke his qin for Zhong Ziqi, lamenting that he would never again find a true friend. Why don't you follow Boya's example today and seal your sword for my father? But don't worry. I can see that your sword is a famous one, so I'll reluctantly accept it and make sure it doesn't remain hidden away, its edge concealed."
Bastard!
The number one bastard in the world!
Everyone present instantly branded Wang Hao with that label. The man had given him a pair of Level-5 Sonic Boots, and not only did he fail to thank him, he had even set his sights on the man's giant sword. They had never seen such a shameless bastard in their lives.
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