Chapter 22 A Hundred Kinds of Martial Arts, This is a Dump Truck! (2/3)

"Is this the Escort Leader who lost our goods?"

The 'young master' presented a good appearance, handsome with a white robe edged in gold, and strands of his hair were bound with a crimson-purple ribbon that shimmered with spiritual light, immediately marking him as a scion of a noble family.

He was currently lounging in a large chair, with beauties on either side tending to him, massaging his shoulders and pressing his feet: "You have a big reputation, but little strength."

To be honest, even though Xu Tai had been mentally prepared, such words nearly made him turn around and slam the door as he left.