"Go to hell!"
Jiaomu Jiao shouted, raising his leather-booted foot and kicking it towards the Ghost's shoulder.
Facing the aggressive Jiaomu Jiao, the Ghost appeared completely indifferent, standing in place with a silly grin on his face as the kick landed right at his shoulder blade.
Damn!
The Ghost was kicked in the shoulder by Jiaomu Jiao, and next to him, Alger and Yellow Hair instantly yelled out, their faces showing signs of unease. It was as if they were the ones who had taken the blow instead of the Ghost.
On the other hand, Alger and the others wore smug, cold smiles.
"He's really asking for death!" Alger was very pleased with Jiaomu Jiao's performance, thinking that he had the fight well in hand.
Among the group, the most composed was Basil Jaak, who wore a smile that betrayed no emotions whatsoever.
It was as if the fight between the Ghost and Jiaomu Jiao had nothing to do with him, and he was merely passing by.
