"Bastard!"
Just as a few little rogues were about to gang up on Wang Chao, a furious roar came from the distance, making their ears buzz.
Wang Laohu was seen anxiously hurrying over, with his trusted aides following behind.
Once Wang Laohu arrived, all the little rogues who were previously fearless, released Bai Hu, their eyes darting nervously, not daring to meet Wang Laohu's gaze.
Only the punk with earrings continued to stubbornly hold onto Bai Hu, refusing to let him leave.
"Master Tiger, I know you want to protect this bastard Bai Hu, even if you beat us, brothers, today, it's okay. But still, we despise you, despise the Tiger's roar!" ranted the punk with earrings.
"Looking down on me? Looking down on Tiger's Roar?" Wang Laohu's dark face flushed red with anger. This little punk dared to provoke him in front of Wang Chao—that was entirely disregarding his face!
