Young Master Dao was seated on a white lounge chair, his robust and muscular body exuding an endless masculine aura.
Upon it, there were many closely-packed crosshatched scars from blades that sent chills down one's spine.
Several beauties were gathered around him, gently rubbing sunscreen on his body.
It was evident that they were very interested in this male physique, each of them utterly captivated.
Young Master Dao was indeed quite handsome, especially that kind of deep, substantial yet sharp momentum, enough to become the god of every woman's heart.
Fu Lai put away his phone and respectfully gave his report to him.
After finishing, he smiled smugly.
"Young Master Dao, the Ye Family has officially taken the bait. Do they really think that with the power of their insect team, they can kill Shen Zhou? They're far from qualified. And to think they want to take down the Dragon Fight Club as well?"
