"Damn, you're screwed! You even dared to hit me, Fang Xiaoli, you're just asking for death!"
"Heh, I don't know if I'm asking for death, but you're about to be." Saying this, Chen Tianlong kicked over.
But Fang Xiaoli wasn't weak either; he could dodge such an attack. However, he could feel that kid in front wasn't easy to deal with, as even Deng Yan and He Xiaobao together couldn't beat him.
So it seemed that he wouldn't have the upper hand himself either.
"Hmph, you're tough!"
Sensibility prevails over impulse, Fang Xiaoli decided to go back and gather folks first: "Let's go!"
"Young Master Fang, this..."
"Damn it, I said retreat and that's it, so much crap!"
With that, Fang Xiaoli directly took a step to leave.
"Hold on!"
Chen Tianlong suddenly called out coldly, "Can't win and now want to leave? What kind of rule is that."
