"Do you find yourself funny?"
"Do you realize how inappropriate your words are?"
"Did you ever think that your annoying behavior might just get you punched?"
Dean McKenzie glared at Donald Morgan with a tightly clenched fist.
What the fuck, he had never met anyone this annoying before.
Just casually bragging about himself and then the other party would start making a big deal out of it.
Those who take things seriously when someone else is boasting are the most annoying.
However, Dean quickly noticed that Donald was not trying to argue with him, instead, he seemed serious about going ahead with his plan.
"The Blood God is not as powerful as you imagine, especially over here in the Alliance, where the true form of the Blood God cannot descend, his strength is depending on the power of his believers.
And his strongest believer is only at a seven-turn level. For us, he is not an unbeatable creature!"
"Wait, are you for real?"
