Poor Mother and Daughter, Sudden Mission

Ten million yuan. No less.

The young man in the Daoist robe still looked proud and superior, looking down on them.

When Long Zhiming heard this, his expression turned ugly. The other party did not give him any face at all.

Not only did this Daoist in front of him not save her, but he was also so proud and arrogant. He even wanted to charge ten million yuan for a visit?

This was simply an unscrupulous act.

Long Zhiming was furious. He could not hold it in anymore.

Beside him, the two guards could no longer hold back.

"You're being rude. You're courting death!"

"What right do you have to say such a thing?"

The two martial artist guards clenched their fists. A powerful force erupted from their bodies and they were about to attack the young man in the Daoist robe in front of them.

"You really overestimate yourself!"