Xiao Feng nodded, feeling amazed at Wang Lubo's line of thought; at first, when the guy said "What a big mouth," he thought Wang was picking a fight, but now he's calling him brother?
Before Xiao Feng could react further, Wang Lubo quickly extended both hands and grabbed Xiao Feng's right hand, shaking it vigorously: "Benefactor!"
Xiao Feng felt as if struck by lightning; what the hell is going on here? One moment he's a brother, the next he's a benefactor. Is this guy normal?
Additionally, what surprised Xiao Feng was that, despite Wang Lubo being broad and fat, his speed was actually faster than that of a normal person. From the moment Wang grasped his hand, he could make this judgment.
Yet Xiao Feng couldn't help but feel somewhat nauseated, holding two fleshy hands that felt almost boneless, like being sandwiched between two pieces of pork belly, greasy beyond measure.
