"Kid, don't push it too far." Bernie's eyes were already a little bloodshot.
Damn, this bastard!
An SS-level piece of trash dares to talk to them like this?
Just at this moment, Zhang Fan pitifully looked at Long Aotian, then reached out, tugged at Long Aotian's clothes, and said, "Senior brother, look, he's being mean to me!"
Hearing this, on Olicodo's side, a group of Gang Qi big shots from the United Base were getting more and more resentful.
What the fuck?
Being mean to you?
Are you fucking kidding me?
That group of Poison Spider, not hacking you to death with a knife, is already giving you a lot of face, OK?
Not to mention them, even us, it's about impossible to control our Qilin Arm, OK?
And at this moment, Long Aotian's face was also somewhat dark.
He turned his head, looked at Zhang Fan expressionlessly, his mouth twitching at Zhang Fan's aggrieved face.
Then, his gaze shifted down to the hand tugging at his clothes.
"Huff! Huff!"
