After entering a small 2-story building, the little man hurriedly shouted: "Help Master, someone brought it…" From the
upstairs, a middle-aged man walked down slowly. The aura fluctuates, and it is obviously a martial artist.
It's just that the strength of this middle-aged man is just that of a Martial Sect, but even with this strength, in front of ordinary people, he is almost a god-like existence.
The middle-aged man glanced at Abel and Punpuway, but frowned slightly, because he found that he could not see through Abel and their strength.
"Please sit down…" The
middle-aged man waved his hand and asked Abel and the others to sit down.
Then the middle-aged man said to the little man: "Little 1, watch tea…"
"Yes!" The little man hurriedly poured tea for Abel and Punpuway.
"This gentleman, may I ask your surname?" the middle-
aged man asked Abel.
"My name is Abel…"
Abel replied politely.
"Abel?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and then said: "I heard that we have a very good young man in Molopia, who seems to be also called Abel. At the position of the largest sect in the martial arts world in Katro."
"Could it be you?" The
middle-aged man looked at Abel carefully.
Abel did not expect that his reputation would spread abroad.
But he didn't want too many people to know his whereabouts, so he shook his head and said, "It may be the same name, how can I have that ability!"
"I think so, no matter how you look at you, you don't look like a great Noblian!" The middle-aged man spoke candidly, and then continued: "The matter at the airport is thanks to your actions, otherwise my subordinates will suffer. It ‘s over."
"Since you are here, if you need any help, just say it. After all, we are all from Molopia, and our Molopia Gang exists so that the Molopia people will not be bullied."
"Thank you so much! "Abel thanked him politely, and then said: "who knows the name of the gang leader…"
"You can just call me Ryder Melam…" The middle-
aged man said.
To be continued....
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