"Baldy, since it's an Alliance trading event, surely many strong individuals from the various Great Sects of the Central Divine Continent Alliance will attend. If we rush in, wouldn't we be like sheep entering the tiger's den?"
Deacon Wolf, Blood Skull, said coldly, "This pit you've dug is a bit big, don't tell me you've teamed up with them and are preparing to sell us out for a good price!"
Bentley Frost cracked a wide smile, the fat on his chin trembling violently, "Brother Wolf, you really have a sense of humor. Although we normally do our own things and don't intersect much, after all, we're among the Eight Great Brigand Kings. In the eyes of outsiders, we're all in the same boat. If I sold you out, I wouldn't gain from it either."