Traceless Wind
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Xiao Luo was amused by the provocation. In his heart, he thought the gold-chained big man was somewhat awesome. He had actually been playing rogue since he was young.
He watched the gold-chained big man and his companions nonchalantly laughing and talking together, bragging about their childhood history. The bullet-headed man could only feel a burst of anger rising within him like an arcade jackpot. He was like an angry bull, and his eyes saw crimson red, his nostrils flared, and the veins on his forehead nearly exploded.
Finally, he roared and shouted, "Damn it! Kill those country bumpkins!"
Seven to eight men loudly shouted all at once at the gold-chained big man then jumped on him.