"So these Orcs were still clamoring?" Leo looked at the Orcs shouting beneath the mountains and bared his teeth.
"You were used to it, weren't you? It would feel strange if we couldn't hear them barking every day!" Apophis Breo shrugged indifferently.
"What about the Junlin Family's prestige? What about our dignity? Were we just going to let them trample it beneath their feet?" Leo asked with a stern face.
"There were too many of them! We couldn't kill them all! As long as they didn't attack us, let them bark if they wanted to!" Apophis Breo said unconcernedly.
"That won't do. We have to teach them a lesson they'll never forget!" Leo turned to Apophis Breo and suggested.
"I think your hands are just itching, Uncle Leo!" Apophis Breo saw through Leo Braeu's thoughts at a glance.
"What do you mean? I'm doing this for the Junlin Family's prestige! Otherwise, any stray cat or dog would dare provoke us in the future!" Leo Braeu said matter-of-factly.
"Fine, I admit it. I did want to stretch my limbs a little. I've been lying in bed for too long, and I was getting sick of it!" After Apophis Breo stared at him for a long while, Leo Braeu finally admitted it with a reddened face.
"Alright. Once you deal with those Orcs, come straight back. No pursuit!" Unable to resist Leo Braeu's restless heart, Apophis Breo finally decided to let him vent a little.
"No problem!" Leo assured Apophis Breo. The next second, an explosion rang out. Leo Braeu had already leaped from the mountaintop to the mountainside, swinging his greatsword as he laughed.
Leo was having fun, but the Orcs were not. In the past, they had bullied Apophis Breo because there were no High-Tier Professionals on the other side