Yang Fei lit another cigarette, facing the gaze of those around him.
He said indifferently, "Hello everyone."
His neither servile nor overbearing attitude made the elder slightly nod his head.
"Sir, thank you for saving my daughter,"
Lady Feijin interjected from the side.
"Benefactor, this is my father, Li Zhuguo."
"He's Huaxia people, my mother is a local indigenous person."
Yang Fei nodded.
He said indifferently, "Everything Lady Feijin said is true."
"Forgive my bluntness, but when it comes to sniping and close combat, everyone present is trash,"
As soon as Yang Fei uttered these words, he immediately enraged almost everyone.
"What did this bastard say? Who the hell is trash?"
"Damn, this Pretty Boy is really arrogant. I want to teach him a lesson,"
"Big words for someone with little ability; where did this Pretty Boy come from, completely oblivious to the ways of the world!"
"Kill him!"
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