"Wait!"
The Guardian Beastmaster with the Demon Blade Mantis suddenly shouted, his voice trembling: "Uh ... this ... uh ... it's not my fault!"
"Little brother, I don't even know you, we have no hatred towards each other!"
"From the beginning to end, I haven't said a word to you, nor have I laid a finger on you... am I right?"
"Look at my Demon Blade Mantis, it's so well-behaved, it has no intention of attacking you, right?"
"It didn't try to kill Zhao Xin and the others, right?"
Chen Fan: "..."
The series of "am I right?" from the Guardian Beastmaster left Chen Fan speechless.
The Guardian Beastmaster continued: "I'm not familiar with Wang Teng either. I'm not his subordinate... How can a Star Martial Artist like him order me, a Guardian Beastmaster, around? Am I right?"
"Ask Zhao Xin and Sun Xiaoxiao, I was just invited to join this group this afternoon."
"Zhao Xin, am I right?"
Zhao Xin and the others: "..."
