The speaker was a big fat man, whom Li Xiaobai did not recognize, but based on the man's figure and the sound of his voice, he felt very familiar, as though he had seen him somewhere before.
"Fatty, what do you need so many female cultivators' Inner Armors for?"
"Yeah, you sleazy fatso, with that lecherous face, you're clearly up to no good, now scram!"
"Exactly, exactly..."
The fat man's words aroused public indignation, these Inner Armors belonged to everyone; how could they let him monopolize them?
"Heh heh, you think I, the fatso, only want to defile these Inner Armors?"
"What shortsightedness, in your vulgar eyes these Inner Armors may be trinkets, but in the eyes of the fatso, they are a path to wealth!"
"Think about it, buying these Inner Armors and then selling them back to their original owners at a high price, wouldn't that be grand?"