C82 The Local Snake

As he spoke, his eyes gleamed with a sly light, casually waving the contract in his hand.

His voice was confident, and gradually, the people around him began to put stock in his words, crowding in to glimpse the contract he held.

Yang Zhiming was certain he hadn't signed the contract before him and felt no urge to even check his notes.

The guests, already eager for a spectacle