Xiankelai Ding Jing, a well-known figure in the catering business of Yangchuan City, was quite a normal sight at the exchange event. It was simply that the event was nearing its end, and she was just running late.
But as soon as she entered, Ding Jing locked eyes with Hong Feifei on the stage, tens of meters apart, glaring at each other like two fighting roosters. The moment their gazes met, Ding Jing's lips curled into a cold smirk, while Hong Feifei was visibly flustered. The knife that should have been slicing towards the belly shell of the Overlord Turtle veered off slightly, nicking the rope binding the creature.
The rope used to bind the Overlord Turtle was made of special nylon, as thick as a pinky finger. Even after soaking in water, not even a dozen strong men could break it. It wasn't just talk that it could withstand a thousand jin of force.