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When the time came, and Panlong City’s people had all left, would these storefronts still be worth anything? Would he still be able to collect rent at the same rates?
Faced with upheaval on that scale, would Panlong City’s officials still follow the same rules and procedures as before?
He Lingchuan knew Bai Guo’s instincts were sharp. The man was sniffing out the wind early, eager to sprint ahead of the crowd, which was why he had come to renegotiate the lease now. He Lingchuan smiled faintly, rose to his feet, and said, “Let’s talk again once the resettlement decree actually comes down.”
With that, he strode out, ignoring Bai Guo’s attempts to keep him.
Behind him, the plump shopkeeper sighed and groaned like the sky was falling.
Arena Seven was still packed to the brim today, too. It was so crowded that it was nearly impossible to move. The first person He Lingchuan spotted was Skinny. The guy had a burlap sack slung over his shoulder, smiling like a flower in full bloom.
Four hours passed with a few scares, but nothing fatal. He Lingchuan was still an Arena Master, just with a bruise on his face, a few new tears in his clothing, and a deep soreness in his chest and abdomen. Someone had landed several kicks there, plus two solid punches, and now every breath hurt.
He swallowed some medicine and regulated his breathing for an hour...
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