Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 291: Choices
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 370: Gao Ming's New Death Portrait?
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3851: Destroying the Formation with the Energy-devouring Furnace
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 44.1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1261- Third party lifeform
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 982: Pernicious Plot
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1260- Big problem
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1258- Rat Army outline
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 655: The Heaven Is Going to Change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1259- Proof
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 981: Red Leaf Alliance (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 355 - A Small Favor; A New Deal
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 654: Going Out to Sea
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 290: Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 369: Convergence
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3850: Spiritual Fruit of Sword Nurturing
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1257- Try and you will know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 980: Red Leaf Alliance (1)
Everyone knew how classy an A16 Manor banquet held by Ji Bonong could be. Those that could gain an invite were definitely not nobodies.
These banquets were regarded as the gateway to enter Norzin’s top circles and a path to a higher status. Rumor had it that many had risen through the ranks after attending such banquets. Thus, it was only naturally for anyone capable of being invited to feel proud.
In other words, the most important aspect of this banquet was the networking between guests. So why would this person be so vague about his own identity?
This was the reason Fitch was convinced the man standing before him was a fraud.
Of course, that was only one of the major reasons. Beyond that, there were still many others.
It was unlikely that this guy might be a big shot that was trying to keep his identity a secret. As if just saying some vague words and having an invitation made one a big shot.
And the most concrete proof, according to Fitch, was the suit his counterpart wore.
The self-proclaimed ordinary bookstore owner in front of him was wearing a formal suit that had already become outdated last year. The cost of this suit was five hundred dollars, and that had been the price from two years ago. Assuming that this was newly bought, it probably had a price reduction of at least 30%.
And why would a drifter like Fitch know all of this so well?
It was because he had performed in the aisles of malls for years when he drifted about in the past. Every time the few spectators dispersed and he put away the violin case which had garnered coins and some small bills, Fitch would always stop at the windows of clothing stores and look on enviously.
He would judge the strengths and weaknesses of those clothes, imagine how he would look if he put them on, and how gazes of others would change if they saw him in these clothes…
But eventually, upon seeing the price tag and the thought of the money he had in his pockets, Fitch would end up leaving dejectedly.
Fitch wandered through the years, day after day, gradually
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