The Half-Breed Clan Chief was an old man dressed in leather armor, with grizzled hair sloppily tied back, possessing agility that didn't quite match his age.
If Luofu hadn't exposed his identity, Mu Ying would have thought he was just a lively ordinary old man!
After all, he even snatched snacks from little half-breeds.
Because he moved so quickly, the little half-breeds hadn't reacted yet, and he had already popped the snack into his mouth, smacking his lips afterward, "Not bad, not bad, perfect with alcohol!"
The victimized little half-breed cried out woefully.
"Clan Leader! You're bullying people again!" Luofu accused, not forgetting to clutch her bag of chips tightly.
"Wow, the Clan Leader is here!" The little half-breeds, seeming very practiced, hugged their precious snacks tightly and scattered like birds and beasts.
Mu Ying had just fed half a chip to her mouth.
Crunch!
The Clan Leader?
