Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty-Three
"Where I come from is none of your business, but what about you, why don't you put on airs now? Go on, give me another lecture, will you? How young people are all so arrogant and presumptuous, what's the problem with that?" Long Xiaoshan patted Fan Laoqi on the head a few times.
Fan Laoqi's face was pitch black, it was hard to tell if it looked bad or not.
But now that he had become a prisoner at someone's mercy, he couldn't muster any defiance no matter what he said.
"Where do you think you're going!"
Zhao Xiaoqiao suddenly shouted loudly.
A figure rushed toward the door.
It turned out to be the last masked man who saw that Fan Laoqi had been knocked down, and the might of the Law of Thunder displayed by Long Xiaoshan was too terrifying, even breaking open a gap in the formation,
Seeing a rare opportunity, he didn't dare stay any longer and made for the hall's entrance at full speed.
Zhao Xiaoqiao hurriedly chased after him.
