Chapter 382
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FWIP!
Percival appeared in front of Azmond, using the little energy he had recovered, as he looked at him with the 'friendliest' expression he could muster.
However, from Azmond's perspective, the only thing he thought when he saw that look on his face was, "You have indigestion, old dude?"
*Tick!*
A vein popped up on his forehead as he looked at this brazen man speak to him in such a way while 'flirting' with his daughter.
His expression darkened even further as he spat, "I'm not backed up, you fucking bastard!"
"Is that so?" Azmond questioned before he added, "You look awfully purple, though... Are you sure you don't need to just push one out? I have a herb in my storage ring that should help you out."
*Toss*
He flung a funny-looking ginseng in the shape of a p*nis at Percival.
