Zhang Yang looked around and finally turned his gaze towards Wang Xiaolong and his group.
These martial world young masters really knew how to play, each with numerous tricks up their sleeves.
To be honest, with Zhang Yang's personality, he hadn't really planned to do much.
He was there to fight, but in the Martial World, what they fought for was not just a brawl, but face.
Zhang Yang didn't care much about losing face, but he couldn't let Jiang Meiren lose face.
Looking at Liu Neng, who showed no sincerity in apolozing, and Guo Xingyu with a face full of resentment and fear.
Ultimately, Zhang Yang approached Liu Neng, who twitched at the eyelids.
He thought Zhang Yang would target Guo Xingyu, but he hadn't expected him to come to him.
With a resentful face, he said, "Mr. Zhang Yang, let's talk nicely. I've already prepared the two million we agreed on."
"Mr. Zhang Yang, I'll transfer it to you right now, just tell me your bank account number."