The man's deep voice came through.
The lackey who was about to kick the door stopped suddenly, turned his head, and glanced awkwardly at Deng Biao.
Deng Biao had not yet spoken.
All they could hear inside the room were intermittent gasping sounds, "Mm... Ah, of course you're strong, Deng Biao is a useless waste, taking four minutes to take off his clothes and one minute to finish. Apart from disgusting me, he has no other abilities."
Outside the door, Deng Biao's face alternated between green and red.
He wished he could kill those two wretches right now. The lackeys outside the door looked at Deng Biao with sympathy.
Deng Biao roared in rage: "Why aren't you breaking down the door? Do you want to die?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The lackey quickly nodded. The longer they stood outside, the more they heard, not expecting Deng Biao to be so useless, not even counting as a man.
Bang! A loud crash sounded.
