Both of them stared eagerly at the screen. But after only a few seconds, their eyes widened, and their jaws dropped to the floor as they watched Wang Ming effortlessly massacre wave after wave of beasts using a terrifyingly refined technique. Cold sweat began to drip from their foreheads.
Gudong
"U-Uncle… he's not petty, right? He won't come after me… right?" Fang Juan asked fearfully, swallowing hard as he turned to his uncle. If he was in Wang Ming's place, he would certainly take action and crriple the person who offended him.
"How the fuck am I supposed to know that, you bastard?!" the elder glared at Fang Juan when he heard the question.
"If he tries to attack me, you'll back me up, right, Uncle?" Fang Juan asked with hope in his eyes, but the elder just looked at him indifferently—and even sneered.
"Hehe," the elder chuckled ominously.
"Right? You'll back me... right?" Fang Juan repeated, dread creeping into his voice.
