Watching the car of the Young Master of Qingyun Sword Pavilion, whose face swelled as red as a cloth, and then got in his car and left without even caring about his subordinates, the beauty demon Feifei sitting on the rooftop laughed like a silver bell.
"I am Wang Weiwu."
The surrounding demons couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Without the courage to face the boss one-on-one, scared enough to wet himself, how can the Young Master of Qingyun Sword Pavilion have the qualification to fight with our boss?"
"It's really disappointing. Thinking he can win, he flaunts, but feeling he can't win, he's so scared he won't move. Such trash would dirty our king's hands if killed."
"Indeed, such trash isn't even worthy of being our king's enemy."
Amid their conversation.
The beautiful-eyed Qian Dai looked earnestly at Shen Qiang, who was leaning nonchalantly against the car, and inexplicably revealed a slight smile on her stunning face.
