"What is this?!" Soul Thirteen's eyes narrowed as he looked at the iron lump that walked out of the restaurant.
The bald iron lump's appearance was quite a match for the silver scaled armor on his body. However, why did this thing have the courage to act wild in front of him? It even said it would strip him in public? He could easily crush this iron lump in an instant!
He folded the wings on his back and walked forward, step by step. The floor of the restaurant shook and rumbled as his scarlet eyes turned around and then fell upon Bu Fang.
Bu Fang was sitting in a chair. A strange aura was fluctuating around him, and he looked as if he was about to ascend into the void.
Soul Thirteen's pupils constricted. Yes, this was the damn stinky chef!
