Backbone

Backbone

He was deliberately trying to throw the whole situation into chaos.

Bastard.

Seeing the conflict about to erupt again, Shen Wuxiao gave a cold snort in his heart.

His gaze swept around before settling on Long Boqi's villa in the distance.

Thinking about it, it should have been about time.

Before long, Yun Zhiyi would arrive with her people.

"Wang Feifan, you're seeking death, seeking death!"

Even a clay Buddha had three parts fiery temper. Wang Feifan had humiliated him again and again—did Wang Feifan really think he was so easy to bully?

Wang Feifan's expression changed drastically. This was bad.

The others could no longer bring themselves to protect him either.

He had truly gone a little too far.

Just before everything exploded, ten figures walked in.

The newcomers were all little Baga, exactly enough to fill one table.

There was one Kameya Fujita, one Martial Venerable, and the other eight were all Martial Kings.

His status among the little Japs was not low. Now that he had left his country and come here, he naturally had to be extremely cautious about security.

Thus, everyone accompanying him was among the best.

Seeing this, Long Qingyuan inwardly cried out that things were bad.

He had chatted so happily with those old friends earlier that he had forgotten the little Baga had said they would be coming as well.

He had not arranged another place for them.

The key was that these bastards had damn well arrived late, showing up under everyone's watchful eyes.

As Kameya Fujita and his group arrived, they happened to hear Long Qingyuan erupt.

They had not deliberately been late. Rather, they had encountered an ambush on the way.

They had been delayed for a very, very long time.

Yet no one had been injured. Those