A Frost Giant, looking bewildered, foolishly got up.
"Thank you." Fat Luo hoisted his large behind, displacing the Frost Giant, almost toppling him onto the ground. He plopped down, showing no signs of his previous ill health.
The expression of Lord Mourinho's followers turned grave.
Old Liu buried his face in his hands.
He had no idea what to say. The soldiers' pride was something he had cultivated, and this pride did not allow anyone to show off in front of them.
"If the world's strength is divided into ten parts, the Feilengcui Warriors undoubtedly occupy five of them, while the rest is shared by other warriors!" Lord Mourinho defused the situation with hearty laughter.
The innkeeper Ning Yu, very astute, immediately instructed the slave warriors to move a long table from the dining hall below.
The once tense atmosphere immediately relaxed.
