The dishes were all set, and the waiter smartly slipped out.
Flying Dragon took the initiative to pick up the wine jar and refill both of their cups.
Shen Hao took a bite of food and popped it in his mouth, then asked Flying Dragon, "Things have been going pretty well lately, huh?"
"Yeah, pretty good."
Flying Dragon had not just been doing well these days, he'd been riding high. Ever since he'd helped Shen Hao out, the Li City Black Banner Battalion had been quietly looking after him: helped him take down several Black Market brokers just like himself.
Once his usual competitors ended up behind bars, and the rest were a bunch of no-hopers, both buying and selling channels naturally flowed into Flying Dragon's hands, letting him take over a huge chunk of business he could only dream of before.
Is there anyone mixed up in the Black Market around Li City who doesn't know Brother Feilong's name these days?
