"What?"
The annoyed Bo Wu certainly didn't want to spare much of his time to deal with the person before him. He asked impolitely while swinging his arm as if he was ready to have exercise.
The man narrowed his eyes. "You smell of alcohol and rouge powder. You bastard, you're having fun after you kill my friend?"
"Your friend?" Bo Wu arched his eyebrows, thinking hard who could it possibly be. He had killed so many people in his life that he couldn't bother to remember most of them. This man's friend was clearly not registered in his mind as someone whom he needed to remember.
"You kill him when he's fighting against Beast Rank 3, you bastard!"
The man flared in rage. Fighting against Beast Rank 3 was already the limit for Foundation Establishment and those below the rank would not even dream of fighting against Beast Rank 3 unless they were seeking death.
