The leader of the opposing group had horns on his head, gills on his face, scales along his arms, and a dragon tail swinging behind him—classic features of the Jiao Ren Race.
Upon hearing Fan Lang's words, the Jiao Ren man's pupils contracted. A violent aura emanated from him as he said grimly, "You can eat recklessly, but you can't speak recklessly. You just enrolled, so you may not be familiar with us yet. We are members of the Black Dragon Society, an organization within Aurora Academy, with as many as thirty thousand core members. A mere new student like you can't afford to provoke us. If you're smart, leave now. This has nothing to do with you."
"I know exactly what kind of organization the Black Dragon Society is. Don't try to scare me with that. Since I've stepped into this matter today, there's no chance I'll back down. I may not know the guy behind me, but his surname is Fan, the same as mine. For that reason alone, I'm definitely going to protect him. As long as I'm here, no one will lay another finger on him today." Fan Lang spoke forcefully, brimming with arrogance.
"Did you get something wrong, kid? Your surname is Fan. His surname is Fan, but it's the Fan written with two woods and a big character. His name is Fan TaoTao." The Jiao Ren man sneered.
"What?" Fan Lang froze, then turned sideways and looked back at the person behind him questioningly.
The man nodded. "My name doesn't change when I walk, nor does my surname change when I sit. He's right. My name is Fan TaoTao."
The corner of Fan Lang's eye twitched. After all that, the other guy's name was merely a similar-sounding homophone. This was damn awkward!
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