Dressed in wizard's robes, his looks and demeanor radiated evil. One glance was enough to tell he was no good.
But to Yun Feiyang, this guy looked more like a clown—the only thing missing was a big red nose.
Jose had a clear target and walked straight to Makarov's table.
Goldman said with a hint of mockery, "Jose, didn't you say you wouldn't come anymore?"
Oba shouted, "Jose, spin around! Hurry up and spin!"
"Shut up, you old hag!"
After sitting down, Jose said indifferently, "I wasn't planning to come again. I only came today because there's something to deal with!"
As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on Makarov, making the latter frown.
He had come with ill intent!
"Oh? What is it?"
Ignoring him, Jose said to the man in his early thirties behind him, "Arno, go find yourself a seat."
"Yes, Guild Master!"
Arno Singer, a man as solid as steel, was Phantom Lord's only S-Class Mage.
Of course, that was only for now. They would have quite a few S-Class Mages in the future!
Sure enough, Arno came to Yun Feiyang's table, his target obvious!
"You're Feiyang Yun?"
"No, you've got the wrong person. My name is Yun Feiyang!"
"What's the difference?"
"Switch your head and ass around. Do you think there'd be a difference?"
Arno slammed the table in anger. "Kid, how dare you mock me!"
Yun Feiyang had no time for him. Another tableful of dishes had arrived, and he was wolfing them down.
Jura asked in confusion, "If your head and ass were switched, how would you eat? With your asshole? Then what would replace your eyes?"
Wasn't that obvious?
Thinking of it, the three burst into laughter!
Arno only found their laughter unbearably piercing. Damn it, they had to be mocking him!