All the Beamons obediently left the inn in order, and soon, the large tavern hall was deserted, with only Guoguo remaining, standing motionless behind Liu Shock.
"What's this? Left a thug behind?" Mourinho looked at Guoguo and chuckled, "Are you afraid I'd harm your boss?"
The moment these words were spoken, Liu Shock frowned. Had someone else said them, he wouldn't have gotten angry, but coming from Mourinho's mouth, the nature and taste were entirely different.
Liu Shock felt this guy was provoking him again.
"Are you fucking stupid? To beat you, do I need to lift a finger? Just one of my boss's fingers could make you lie face down!" Guoguo wasn't one to take things lying down, instantly hurling back a phrase that could choke a subterranean dragon.
"Sharp-tongued!" Mourinho's face darkened instantly, and he let out a cold laugh. With a slight twist, he snapped his fingers. His lips didn't move, but from his belly came a string of rapid spell chants.
