Banquan Longma didn't mind Li Zheng's hostile words and patiently continued to offer terms: "Mr. Li, why not listen to the conditions before refusing?"
"Not interested!" Li Zheng wiped the bloodstains off his shoes on the ground and turned to leave.
Banquan Longma blocked his way: "Mr. Li needs a large amount of blood resources to make the Genetic Potion, right?"
Li Zheng frequently traded blood resources in the world channel. Anyone paying attention could notice the connection between the two. It's not surprising that Banquan Longma could guess this.
"So what if I do?" Li Zheng stopped, turned back to look at Banquan Longma, and his gaze swept over several vulnerable spots, seeming to search for an easy place to strike.
Banquan Longma took two steps forward, avoiding the bonfire, and stood openly within Li Zheng's attack range. He considered himself a white-named player, unafraid of Li Zheng's threats.
