The leader glanced with disdain at Mu Zicai's face, which was flushed red like he was severely constipated. Taking a step forward and squatting down, the man wore a mocking, greasy smile at the corner of his mouth and said,
"In this Western Peak, you never bothered to check who I am. You even dared to try and fleece me of my money, hmph!"
With that, he patted Mu Zicai's plump face with hands that were unhealthily pale, then spat a mouthful of saliva right onto Mu Zicai's face. Only then did he stand up, staring down at Mu Zicai with the condescending gaze one might reserve for an ant.
Chapter 392