"Liu Haolin! Stop being so obnoxious, give me some face, don't embarrass me any further!!!"
In the distance behind, Mo Zongyong watched as his two tributors approached, and almost got one shot to death by Jiang Feng, which made him somewhat anxious. He shouted angrily at Liu Haolin!
"Don't worry, Family Head, my brother and I intend to be serious now, we won't be careless again!"
Liu Haolin's face turned dark as he let out a cold snort, then his gaze turned even colder, like a knife, as he looked at Jiang Feng.
Suddenly, he moved, silently and without a trace!
His ghostly speed surpassed Zhu Dongyong's in every way, as if he vanished into thin air in an instant!
Then, drifting from above the trees, came his sinister cold laugh: "Jiang Feng, do you really think our brotherhood's nicknames are just vulgarities? Quite the opposite, they signify our abilities! Let me show you the world's best qinggong!!!"
