After having three of his Annihilator-grade Soul weapons stolen by Xia Fei, Ling Boyu felt he had lost all face, and he was letting loose a litany of curses in the corner.
Xia Fei remained as indifferent as before, raising Nirvana in his hand, the thin wires from Fiend Lock following silently behind.
Ling Boyu had not even noticed that Furball and Little Goldie, Xia Fei's two accomplices, had not made a move the entire time. Xia Fei was intentionally doing things like this.
Xia Fei was focused. After several rounds of probing, he no longer forced Ling Boyu to attack. He seemed to have gotten a good grasp of Ling Boyu's hidden trump cards and was preparing to vent the frustration that had been fermenting deep inside him for some time.
