Feng Hao was as popular as ever. The moment he stepped into the Thief God Hall, he was greeted by countless fellow thieves.
His three new followers were quite curious about this. Zhang Meng was especially expressive. He jiggled his fleshy body and said with an admiring "Tsk tsk," "Boss, you seem to be doing pretty well for yourself in the Thief God Hall!"
"Yeah, it looks like everyone here really respects you," Tu Xiaoshan added with a nod.
Feng Hao let out a helpless laugh. "It's nothing, really. I just made it into the Thief Son competition and brought a little glory to our Wolf Country Branch Hall."
"Whoa," Zhang Meng exclaimed. "Does that mean you're going to become a Thief Son soon, Boss?"
"It's not even close to happening yet. What are you getting so excited for?" Feng Hao said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
