After logging off the game, Xiong Lu shouted in anger as he tossed the console at the wall, shattering the headpiece, "Damn it! Who the fuck was that little girl?! How did she manage to butcher Zhaohui, who claimed to be an Immortal, as though he was a mere baby?! And why is someone like that with Yuan?!"
Xiong Lu couldn't believe what he'd just witnessed. However, once he thought about it, it finally made sense why Yuan was progressing so fast when compared to other players, not to mention his tremendous prowess.
"It must be due to that little girl! She must be the source of his strength! She must be a true Immortal while Zhaohui was a fake! Fuck! Why is he so fucking lucky?!"
Upon hearing the commotion inside Xiong Lu's room, the servant waiting outside knocked on the door and inquired with a concerned voice, "Is everything all right, Young Master Xiong?"
