Sun Weiren still stood rooted to the spot, his face full of shock.
He had never imagined that even Meng Po, the leader of the Five Ghost Kings, was not confident against someone of mere Mingjin Earth Grade.
Who exactly was this monster?
Sun Weiren was stunned for a while before he finally came to his senses.
In his eyes, there was nothing but obstinance and ferocity.
"I won't go back; Sister Xueyi is mine."
"Anyone who dares to take Sister Xueyi from me, I'll spare no expense to make them disappear forever."
Li Shun, Mad Blade, and their group were cheering endlessly in front of the betting station.
The odds for Yang Fei in the second fight had dropped significantly, to one point five to one.
But Li Shun and Mad Blade still made over three million.
For two guys who had just earned twenty million, this sum was insignificant.
Seeing Young Master Sun's sulking face turning dark, both felt a delightful satisfaction.
