From behind, a voice tinged with thinly veiled sarcasm remarked, "After all, what they can rely on is nothing but this junk and scrap metal."
The speaker was a young man in his early twenties, about one meter eighty in height, sporting trendy long hair parted 30/70...
Compared to Lin Liz's covert mockery, this man's words were much more direct.
Lin Chaoyan said coldly, "Junk and scrap metal? Do you dare to fight with this 'junk and scrap metal' for a round? If you can last for a minute, I might even advise Her Majesty to let you be a king in our Xuan Dynasty, how about that? No... a minute might be too much to ask of you, how about thirty seconds?"
