Gu Chen looked calmly at the young man who claimed to be Zhao Wu from the Fierce Sun Palace, with a slight smile, he said: "Not for sale."
Zhao Wu's face turned extremely ugly, his eyes filled with a menacing look, and he closed the folding fan in his hand.
Gu Chen crossed his arms in front of his chest, showing no signs of tension.
"What, planning to rob me? Do you want me to shout?"
He finished and deliberately raised his chin, revealing a provocative look.
A few breezes swept overhead, as the enforcers patrolling the island flew by.
Although this Zhao Wu also had the cultivation of the Spiritual Origin Realm, he didn't dare to provoke these enforcers. This place was not dominated by their Fierce Sun Palace alone, and if he angered them, even if they didn't kill him, they would suppress him.
"Fine, you are very good, I'll remember you."
Zhao Wu said coldly, then turned and left.
