Marking Out a Deathmatch Arena

"What's going on?"

Leo looked at the situation before him, then glanced at Tenno across from him.

Rocket's hands were still flashing with cold light as he bared his fangs at the guy opposite him, still wanting to charge over and beat him up.

It seemed this guy had truly enraged Rocket.

Jason also gave a bitter smile as he began explaining.

As he did so, he glanced at Tenno as well, a flash of ferocity in his eyes.

Those remarks targeting Rocket had enraged Jason, let alone Rocket, to whom this was a taboo.

Leo had naturally heard those words too.

He straightened and looked at the burly man before him, then glanced around at the guards standing nearby.

Even the four guards who had been so arrogant moments ago couldn't help taking a step back.

Especially after checking their communicators and confirming that such an incident really had happened, they looked at Leo with even greater wariness.

The jade ram in Leo's hand had just transformed into a tiny pendant.

The small knife from earlier had naturally turned into a metal cord, which passed through a hole prepared from the beginning.

However, Leo saw that the burly man opposite him had clearly lost his nerve, yet was still putting on a fierce act to intimidate them.

"Gentlemen, how about we mark out a Deathmatch Arena here? This is ten thousand yuan for the cleaning fee."

Leo looked at the four people around him and said this casually.

Several banknotes appeared in his hand. With a flick of his finger, they flew straight into one person's hand.

The guards looked at the scene before them, hesitation appearing in their eyes.

*This is Lord Difan's guest. We absolutely can't offend him, but the market also has a rule against fighting