Dragon Master

The middle-aged man in suits was pretty good in City H, but compared with two famous figures, Connor and Chief Carr, there
was still a considerable gap.
He wanted to find a chance to please the two. After all, this could be good to him if successful, as he could have brighter future.
So he knew the importance of it. He looked around and finally fixed his eyes on Maximilian. He saw Maximilian dressed very
ordinarily.
Although he saw that Maximilian had a good relationship with the auction boss just now in the queue, he didn't care so much,
and his position in City H was one of the best.
Even if something is wrong, he believed that the auction owner would be on his side.
Maximilian smiled and said, "Trade with you? Why? Are we good? Besides, if I change it, won't I lose?"
After everyone heard the speech, they were all amused by Maximilian's words. A few people thought that Maximilian was
reasonable, but most people thought that Maximilian was unappreciative.
He didn’t take such a good chance to show obedience. If they were Maximilian, they would definitely change their seat number.
After all, the middle-aged man in suit is not simple.
If Maximilian exchanged seat numbers, they might still be friends. Otherwise, they would become enemies. They thought that
Maximilian was actually finding trouble.
The middle-aged man in suit seemed to hear the biggest joke under the sun. He didn't expect Maximilian to be so rampant to
refuse such a good opportunity.
However, the refusal made him lose face. He couldn't help narrowing his eyes as if he wanted to kill Maximilian. The assistant
behind him sneered, "Didn't you hear what our boss said? Hurry and let us take the seat. Don't embarrass yourself."
"How if I don't?" Maximilian asked with a smile. He knew that even if he was kind enough to change the seat this time, the people
in the second row would reject him.
Instead of this, it was better to play hard, and there would not have any trouble in the future.
The middle-aged man was almost mad. He gave the assistant a look and asked him to do something. The assistant held out his
hand and tried to snatch the seat number in Maximilian's hand.

Maximilian stuffed the seat number into his pocket in time and blocked the assistant's hand. At the same time, he said, "Save it."
After the assistant failed for the first time, he looked very embarrassed and felt that he had no face.
Maximilian blamed, "If I won't give it to you, do you want to rob it? What is the difference of you from hooligans and robbers?"
Although Maximilian's voice is not very loud, his words were extremely sharp. After many people heard it, they could not help
scolding at the middle-aged man.
"How much? I will buy this seat number." The middle-aged man came here mainly to please Connor and Chief Carr. He could not
care so much now, so he started to play soft.
Maximilian yawned and said, "I don't want much, just one hundred million."
He didn't want to exchange the seat, so he deliberately said so, just to fence off the attack.
After the middle-aged suit man heard this, he darkened his face and said coldly, "One hundred million? You are too greedy."
"You can't help it if you don't want to go out." Maximilian stand stand hand way.
The middle-aged suit man clenched his teeth, and had the impulse to kill Maximilian. He gave the assistant a look again, and
wanted the seat number no matter what.
At this moment, he immediately got down to it, and the assistant naturally felt the hint, and began to shoot Maximilian decisively
without saying anything.
He practiced Sanda, and he could do very good martial arts. Every time he fight, he almost hit the key part, and every move was
extremely biting, which almost made people unbale to defend.
If it was with other people, he could still make it, but when he met Maximilian, he could only fail.
Maximilian was just like playing an idiot. The assistant was immediately turned around and countless people burst into laughter.
The assistant looked up again, but saw a black shadow. He now found that it was Maximilian's fist. He was thrown out upside
down, and accidentally crushed the middle-aged suit man.
The middle-aged man was almost out of breath. He flung away his assistant. After hearing the jokes around him, his face was
extremely gloomy.

He was also a big shot in City H. He had always been bullying others, but now someone dared to fight him so hard. It was
directly against him.
The middle-aged man suddenly thought of something. How could he forget Connor? When he gave him some benefits, Connor
could definitely help him.
After thinking of this, he subconsciously ran to Connor, but was stopped by Cassius. The middle-aged suit man politely said to
him, "Cassius, that boy is bullying me. You might help me fight that boy. After the job is done, I will give you a lot of money."
Although he couldn't talk to Connor, he knew that Cassius was the underman of Connor, so he might as well let Cassius help
him.
When Cassius heard this, he frowned. The last thing he wanted to step in was this matter. Even if he did so, he would stand on
Mr. Lee's side.
But the middle-aged suit man's words clearly set a trap for him, so no matter what, he could not make the promise.
"You'd better step aside." Cassius said with anger.
The middle-aged suit man thought that he had misheard him, and said in astonishment, "Cassius, what did you say just now?"
"Mr. Lee is my friend. If you want to shoot him, I am the first to disagree." Cassius immediately gave him an obvious hint that if
he continued to commit mischief, he would certainly not sit watching.
The middle-aged man in the suit trembled, and was scared by the words. He couldn't understand why Cassius was on the other
side.
After knowing that Maximilian had a good relationship with Cassius, the middle-aged man wiped his cold sweat, only to look at
Maximilian with a forced smile, as if nothing had happened, and escaped away.
"Connor, are you familiar with that man?" This time, a ridicule sounded, and at the same time, a slightly older middle-aged man
walked out. He was dressed in expensive fur, followed by more than a dozen overseas bodyguards, which was quite prestigious.