"I should say the same to you. Practice your techniques, so that you don't get team annihilated as soon as the game starts." Fu Jiu had one hand in her pocket, throwing out a threat in a manner eternally more natural than others.
"Who are you talking about a team annihilation!?" That person reached out in a bid to yank Fu Jiu's collar.
The silver-hair youngster was one step faster as he moved his body to the side while smiling.
As the person didn't control his strength well, he bumped into the seat next to him. It was impossible to miss the loud din such a big guy made.
Momentarily, everyone looked over to them.
That person was quite thin-skinned, wanted to punch young man for making him lose face.
But when he turned around, he saw Qin Mo.
They were about the same height.
Qin Mo was just looking at him without doing anything.
He had the illusion that he had already been defeated.
"Wang Lei, enough."
