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Everyone was shaking their heads, looking at the two people was like looking at dead people. People who often come to Wanguan Tower know that An Roshan is definitely a fierce god among the black iron-level customers of Wanguan Tower.
He has a bad habit of never entering the market until the last moment.
According to him, he has to wait until all the sellers enter the market, and wait until the last moment when Wanguanlou enters the market, and then he enters the market to select and trade, so as not to miss any good things.
It's a pity that this waiter never waits outside, nor does he wait inside. Instead, he waits at the gate, and he must be stuck in the center.
According to human nature, this is identity, this is status, and this is temperament.
As long as anyone dares to touch him at this time, unless it is someone stronger than himself, An Roshan will definitely show his fierce look and beat the opponent into a meat pie.
With his ability, he definitely has this strength.
An Roshan practiced the "One Hundred Thousand Iron Mountain Technique", and his body was huge and extremely heavy. He easily weighed seven or eight thousand kilograms. It was impossible for Luo Shanghao to move him easily.
Voices from all around came in droves. Luo Shanghao only listened to a few words before his expression changed drastically. He knew he had hit a brick wall. Every force and every field has its own leaders.
There is no doubt that the person I met belongs to such a little leader.
"This is troublesome..."
Luo Shanghao's face looked very ugly. He looked at the tall human-shaped mountain of meat in front of him, staggered, and stepped back involuntarily. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!