"Young Master Lee, what... what do you mean by this?"
Manager Lei's whole body shuddered, frightened by Ling Feng's icy glare. Was this the same "Rich Young Master" Lee Feng from before?
"Just this!"
Ling Feng slapped Manager Lei fiercely, sending him flying backwards, crashing into several display cabinets.
Then, astonishingly, he drew his Sword and with a series of clashing sounds, he smashed all the nearby display cabinets. As for the Treasures inside, he gathered them all into his Spirit Storage Ring.
"What?"
Manager Lei was completely dumbfounded. He never imagined that in this world, there could be such a brazen thief, who would dare to brazenly walk into Heavenly Treasure Pavilion in broad daylight and then blatantly commit theft!
No, a blatant robbery!
"Damn it!"
Manager Lei felt so frustrated he almost coughed up blood. He thought he had welcomed a god of wealth, only to realize now that this was actually an Evil God!
