"Alright, no more kneeling; what age are we living in, where people just kneel at the drop of a hat..."
Yang Yifeng said, a hint of a smile on his face.
Seeing Shi Ce standing there dumbfounded, Zhang Kuang gave him a glare and heavily slapped his forehead, "Aren't you going to thank Boss Yang?"
"Thank you, Boss Yang..."
"And stop calling me 'Boss Yang,' you make it sound like I'm one of you guys, a street thug or something!"
Yang Yifeng glared at Zhang Kuang and said.
"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Yang, how could you be a street thug like us? You are the True Dragon Emperor, you are..."
"Stop, stop, stop, drop it, you're exaggerating more and more!"
At this time, the middle-aged man who had come out with Zhang Kuang and had been silently watching everything from the start, walked up to Zhao Ke, whose face bore a somewhat unpleasant expression, with a warm smile: "Brother Zhao, it looks like you've arrived a step too late..."