"You, what did you call him?" Hell Widow Fu's eyes were already large, and now, with heavy eye makeup, they were glaring like two lanterns.
After Saint Roland finished saluting Wang Dadong, he turned around, suddenly looked at Hell Widow Fu, and said, "That's right, he's the new owner of the villa."
He is the new owner of the villa!
Hell Widow Fu couldn't help but swallow.
She certainly knew what the new owner of the villa meant.
Although Hell Widow Fu had some fame and nearly a thousand underlings, compared to the villa owner, she was nothing.
It's the difference between dust and Hao Yue.
If what Saint Roland said was true, then Wang Dadong wiping her out would be as easy as squashing an ant.
But how could this be possible!
How did Wang Dadong become the new owner of the villa?
Isn't he just a small thug, his status not even comparable to Qin Shihuang.
For a moment, Hell Widow Fu simply couldn't accept this fact.
