When Li Yuanhao said this, Li Yuanting, whom he had just helped up from the sand, and Su Mo, standing nearby, both froze in place.
Su Mo kept grumbling inwardly, I haven't mentioned this in days, how does he still remember!
Really, if my reputation doesn't get ruined, it makes you uncomfortable, right!
If you keep spreading this nonsense, I could easily end up in prison, you know!
You feel bad if I don't get a stable job?
At this moment, all sorts of chaotic thoughts were popping up in Li Yuanting's mind.
The terrifying mark on Su Mo's forehead attracted everyone's gaze no matter where he stood.
From a distance, Li Yuanting saw Su Mo rushing quickly towards them.
Back then, he didn't even dare look, burying himself completely in the sand.
Leaving other things aside, just the terrifying mark on his forehead indicates how many people he must have killed and how many Professional Simulation Scrolls he must have stolen to get it.
