Recruited Slave Auction House

Bang!!!

“Burp!!! Keep an eye on… him. Wait until he… burp, get out of the tavern before you take action!”

“Yes, Chief!”

The lustful middle-aged man put down a jar of liquor after listening to his underlings' words and ordered him to act against Zheng-Fu immediately after Zheng-Fu left the tavern without looking at him. He was not interested in who Zheng-Fu was or where he came from.

Because just by using psychic examinations, he would already know if the other party was a cultivator or not. Of course, Zheng-Fu was hiding, so he could only sense that Zheng-Fu was just a normal person, not a very good cultivator, so he dismissed him without hesitation.