"Boss!" Li Hong turned his head. When he saw the young man sitting on the giant black tiger, his eyes lit up, and his heart was instantly put at ease.
Wei Zi Yu's face darkened the moment he heard Li Hong's address. He stared deadly at the young man on the giant black tiger and muttered under his breath, "He's Xu Luo?"
"Xiaoluo?" Xia Muyao looked at the young man on the giant black tiger with an expression of disbelief and mumbled, "What's he doing here?"
"My god, who is that young man? What is that thing he's riding? Do tigers even get that big?"
"Did I just hear Vice City Lord Li call him 'Boss'? Could he be the captain of the Martial Soul Squad, the second son of the Grand General of National Guardian, Xu Luo?"
"So majestic!"
"So handsome!"
"That black tiger he's riding is terrifying!"
A low murmur of discussion arose from the crowd. Many young women, in particular, gazed tenderly at the handsome youth on the tiger's back, their eyes shining with adoration.
