It’s me. What are you trying to do?

Ma Shaohao was taken aback. He looked at Zhao Xuan as if he didn't believe him. "You have a plan?"

Ma Shaohao really didn't believe that Zhao Xuan had a plan. After all, this was an outsider. What kind of plan could he have?

"Of course I do," said Zhao Xuan with a smile as his chest puffed up. "Since Young Master Ma is facing a problem, I, Zhao Xuan, cannot sit idly by."

Ma Shaohao saw Zhao Xuan's confident attitude and became a little intrigued. "Tell me. What's your plan?"

Zhao Xuan smiled. "We use our brains to make a living. This kind of manual work definitely has to be left to other people."

"Oh, so you want to look for the local mafias. Don't even think about it. They're all gutless." Ma Shaohao had thought that it was some kind of brilliant plan but it turned out to be what he had already tried. No one from Haojiang would dare to mess with the Yun Family unless they ate a leopard's guts.