Bai Qianqian was completely taken aback. She thought Long Fei would choose the easiest path, but who knew he spoke so bluntly.
The crowd also quieted down for a moment, then burst into derisive laughter, "You're just a fur trader, and you dare to say such things?"
"Boss Zhao, you're merely a merchant selling furs, why pretend to have the spirit of a hero?"
"Zhao, do you know the consequences of boasting?"
"It seems this Boss Zhao doesn't want to cooperate with us?"
"..."
A chorus of threats echoed from the crowd.
Most of the people who had been drinking earlier also wanted to get a share of the spoils.
Some gamblers from the local stone betting circles approached Long Fei with concern, "Master Zhao, thank you for the drinks today. But in our betting profession, one must rely on discretion and connections. You have neither, yet you possess such a huge fortune. You won't escape today."
