Despite his youth, Tang Zheng had long shed the inexperience that comes with his age through countless bloody combats. Instead, he had cultivated a resolute and tough aura and a sharp edge honed by too many lives taken.
Tang Zheng's expression became serious as he glanced at the four women beside An Xiuru, who shivered involuntarily as if cut by the cold winter wind on their skin.
The plump woman's smile stiffened. The sales assistant was about to say something, but Tang Zheng stared her down, and she immediately shut her mouth, lowering her head, not daring to meet his gaze.
In the eyes of the sales assistant, this guy was nothing short of a thug ready to kill and loot, that kind of look was simply too reckless; she felt that if she said one more word, she would certainly be taken down.
"There's nothing to see here, forget it!" Tang Zheng shouted to the surroundings, pulled out his wallet, took out five Soft Girl Currency bills, and handed them to the sales assistant.
