Chapter 777 Dragon-Rising Terrace

• Angelo spoke calmly, downright scoffing at his right-hand man’s warning.
• Those bottom-rung subordinates—what kind of insight could they have? To snag a tip and win a pat on the head, they’d hype any park-dwelling old guy throwing punches into some “sage,” claim Zhang Sanfeng had returned to life. Angelo had seen this song and dance way too many times.
• He chalked it up to his men exaggerating for reward, trying to get his attention.