บท 1227: Ten Years of Cultivation!

"Mr. Ye, I've already told you everything I know. I... Can I go now?"

After Matsuyama Shoji finished speaking, he started to carefully observe Ye Feng's expression.

"Get lost." Ye Feng could not be bothered to make things difficult for him. He waved his hand.

Matsuyama Shoji glanced at the Nine Dragon Cup again, his eyes full of regret.

If he had known that this Mr. Ye in front of him was so powerful that even the people of the Fortune Dragon Blessing were afraid of him, he would have agreed without hesitation when he was offered 100 million yuan just now.

However, because of his mistake, not only did he not get a single cent, but he was also almost beaten up by the people of the Fortune Dragon Society.

Although he was unwilling, he did not dare to say anything else. Otherwise, he might have to pay an even heavier price.

Ye Feng looked at him limping away. He looked extremely miserable, but he did not feel any pity for him.