Powerful Fruit

Silence had fallen in the main hall.

"Everyone speak up! Who wants to go after them?" Fu Mengshan stared at the crowd. He held his teacup up and took a sip from it. His words were utterly leisurely.

Everyone looked at each other.

An uproar broke out in the hall all at once. Everyone was talking all at once. They were all fighting over the offer.

Ma Kunswept his eyes across the faces in the hall. His lips tugged into a sneer. He scoffed, "Hu Laoer, Qi Feng, I think you guys should rest instead!"

"Elder Ma, why can't we do it!" a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and huge eyes protested. "A group of us can go together. I don't believe that we can't go defeat these three men!"

"It won't be enough to defeat them even with a hundred of you!" Ma Kun sneered with a wry smile.