"Who do you think you are? You have no right to interfere when there is a duel in the Iron Gut Faction!" Hu Gaoyi glared at Chen Xiaobei snobbishly.
The rest of the faction members, too, glared at him hostilely – any fight, even within a faction was serious business. They would never allow any outsider to interrupt.
Meanwhile, the faction leader, Hu Haifeng squinted and continued with his meditation. Chen Xiaobei's appearance did not bother him in the least.
"I'm Uncle Murong's friend," Chen Xiaobei said. "I'll fight you instead!"
"F*cking retard!" Hu Gaoyi rolled his eyes and mocked him. "Do you even know what you're saying? Taking his place – do you have a death wish?"
"That brat is insane. Challenging our young master… he doesn't want to live!"
"I think he's here to die for Murong Tian!"
