However, it was already too late.
The recording had just been played in the racetrack, clear for all to hear.
Seventh Master's face turned red as he felt the strange looks continuously cast his way, veins throbbing at his temples.
After a long moment, he clenched his teeth and squeezed out three words, "I'm, so, sorry!"
Lu Jun stood with his arms crossed in front of him, chuckling disdainfully, "Didn't someone say they would kneel on both legs?"
As soon as the words fell, Seventh Master's face visibly darkened.
"Young Man, don't take things too far—makes it easier to meet in the future."
When he arrogantly tried to take their territory just now, why didn't he talk like that?
Lu Jun wasn't the least bit scared, meeting the other's ferocious gaze with a grin, "Save your breath and kneel quickly, we won't be seeing each other after."
A hush fell around them, with a tense atmosphere spreading.
"What? You want to go back on your word?"
