"Although Wang Ming can be quite aggressive, he has a powerful background. As long as he isn't too excessive, someone will always smooth things over for him!"
"Qin Long, who's your backer?" Tang Xuewu suddenly pulled her hand away and shouted angrily.
"I am my own backer, and I have hundreds of thousands of loyal soldiers," Qin Long replied casually.
However, Qin Long knew his former position as Heavenly Dragon was earned through the life-and-death struggles of countless comrades. It was they who had propelled him to that rank. His confidence stemmed from this.
Hearing this, Tang Xuewu couldn't help but shake her head in resignation.
"Even if what you say is true, why haven't these loyal soldiers of yours shown up?" Staring at the speechless Qin Long, Tang Xuewu clenched her teeth and demanded, "If you really have such a powerful background, why didn't your loyal brothers appear when you were lying on a stretcher, covered in blood?"
