Chapter 593: The Small Fry

Chu Feng's shamelessness had finally touched the bottom line of the two old men.

Wiping his nose with his hand, Chu Feng said, "Fine, I'll go, but what's the point of you two ganging up on me? If you're really capable, then agree to three more of my demands."

"Get lost!"

Both old men, whose ages nearly added up to two hundred, said in unison.

In the end, Chu Feng, with a contract he was satisfied with and the experts he needed, rolled back to East River.

Setting foot once again on the soil of East River, Chu Feng deeply inhaled the air filled with the salty sea breeze.

Chu Feng still loved East River, and whatever changes might occur in Yanjing, they were none of his concern now.

Chu Feng considered himself a small fry who liked to cause a bit of mischief from time to time. As long as he could protect the people around him, he was content.

Chu Feng didn't see himself as some sort of hero, but if someone really forced him to become one, he wouldn't mind.