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977 So It’s Young Master Feng

    "Young Master, please drink some tea while I go and get the President." The manager signalled for a servant to serve tea as he retreated.

    Feng Jiu tapped her fingers on the table lightly with one hand and made a gurgling noise. She looked around the room and felt two distinct breaths. The corners of her lips twitched.

    Cloud Devouring was sprawled by her feet, unmoving, obedient like a kitten. After the servant served the tea, he left. The living room was empty and quite quiet.

    She took a sip of tea while she waited. Not long after, she saw the manager leading a middle aged man into the room.

    "Young Master, this is the President of our underground market." The manager introduced and retreated to the side.

    From the moment the middle-aged man walked into the room, he was already looking Feng Jiu up and down. He knew who the person was with just a glance. Although he was pleasantly surprised, he was also confused, why was the Ghost Doctor here?

    "I didn't realise that Ghost Doctor was here, apologies for any disrespect."

    He bowed and smiled at Feng Jiu. He asked eagerly: "May I ask why Young Master Feng has come here? If there is anything I, Lin, can help, please be frank and let me know. I will definitely not refuse."

    The manager was so shocked when he saw the President greet him with such eager and flattering attitude that his legs wobbled. As he wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, he glanced sideways at the boy in red, trying to guess who he was.

    What Young Master Feng? The President didn't even greet the wealthy families in the city with such respect. Why was he like that with the young boy? Who on earth was this person?

    When he thought back to his disrespect towards him earlier, he couldn't help but lower his head and quietly retreated as he didn't dare appear in front of him again. If he were to bring up what happened earlier he would be in trouble.

    She wasn't surprised that the President recognised her. They had told her at the Black Market that her portrait was passed through the hands of the heads of many influential families. So although ordinary people wouldn't recognise her, those in charge would definitely have her portrait in their hands.

    The thought of these people keeping her portrait, she sighed. It made her feel weird as it was like she was a wanted person.

    "I was only passing through, but it just so happened that something happened and I need your help President." She said slowly as she sized up the person sat in the Master's chair.

    Upon hearing this, he was a little surprised as he hadn't expected this. After all, he knew that the Ghost Doctor's relationship with the Black Market was not an ordinary one, and there was a branch of the Black Market in the city. He thought that if he needed any help, he would go to the Black Market. He didn't think that he would be able to help.

    For a moment, he rejoiced and asked: "May I know what it is? Young Master Feng please feel free to elaborate."

    "So, I have a friend...." She explained the situation to the President simply, all she wanted was to give fatty a memorable and vigilant experience.

    After hearing what he had to say, President Lin nodded and smiled: "This is a trivial matter. Young Master Feng please rest assured. I will go and arrange it later. Young Master Feng, you won't have to worry about your friend. I will make sure that I have my men keeping an eye on him. It won't be a big problem."

    "Well, thank you very much." She got up and thanked him.
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