The A-level Warrior heard this and became even more enraged, "I've already let you go, and you're still not done?"
However, thinking about the opponent's reaction just now, he was startled again and instinctively wanted to use his Spiritual Power to perceive.
Fortunately, he remembered where this place was, so he turned back and glared fiercely at the rear.
Qu Jianlei had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, trailing them from a distance with a composed expression.
"This guy..." The A-level Warrior felt a chill in his heart; is this damn guy targeting me?
He didn't honestly think that a B-level could take him down—talking about dueling was just nonsense; anyone who believed it was a fool.
He highly suspected the opponent had contacted another A-level to try to rob him.
Thinking of this, he was both angry and furious: this damn thing is getting out of hand!
The C-level Warrior also vaguely felt something was wrong, "This guy... doesn't have pure intentions."
