"What? Is this king not handsome enough?" Biting on a cigar, the black yak was calm and confident.
Chu Feng firmly nodded, saying, "Black boss, you sure live up to your big name. You should sing a song called ‘It’s been years since I’ve led a gang’."
Because, no matter how you look, this man is definitely gangster. Naturally intrepid, wearing large black sunglasses, swept-back hair and with a large cigar in his mouth, he had all the qualities of a mafia boss.
"Brat, what’s the meaning of this?!" The great black yak wasn’t happy. After all, he was someone with high aspirations, aiming to become a saint ancestor one day.
Yellow Ox disdainfully replied, "Change into another set of clothes quickly. If you go out looking like this, you’ll definitely alarm the Interpol."
The black yak was dissatisfied. He thought he looked quite nice in this outfit, but he received only ridicule.
