"No way."
"This 'ability' is too useless."
"How can anger just appear out of nowhere..."
Squatted in the corner of a dilapidated warehouse, Chen Yu, with a bruised face, was drawing circles on the ground with his finger.
Outside the door.
The bald man's face was icy cold.
Especially after seeing the "title" above Chen Yu's head, it got even colder.
"Damn it."
"He's doing it on purpose!"
"His title is 'Proactive Appellation.' He can become whatever he wants, just on a whim?"
"He's provoking us!"
"He simply looks down on us, the Iron Blood Gang!"
Clenching his fists, the bald man was furious, "What's even more infuriating is, he even called the cops! He managed to call them while he was taking a dump! If I hadn't run fast, our Iron Blood Gang would have been wiped out today! Damn!"
"How dare he?!"
"... Gang Leader." The rank officer beside him, head lowered, heaved a deep sigh, "What do we do now?"
