"Who are you?" Luo Yin was stunned for several seconds before he finally asked in return.
"Xiao Wanfeng."
Xiao Wanfeng answered with utmost seriousness.
He did not dare question who had asked first and who ought to answer first. Only after replying did he ask again, "So, who are you?"
"Luo Yin."
"Oh."
As though he had completed some mission, Xiao Wanfeng heard that very familiar name and confirmed inwardly that this was one of the strongest contenders for the championship, as listed in the information Miss Demon Moon had brought to the VIP private room.
Then he paused. Conflict flashed across his face, but he finally seemed to make up his mind. Slapping his thigh, he shouted furiously, "Luo Yin, was it? You've got some damned nerve! Who gave you the courage to stop Miss Mu?"
Luo Yin's eyelids twitched: ???
Watching the man below tremble after speaking, he instantly realized that this fellow was really just a messenger.
Yet the moment he turned his head toward Young Master Xu, Xiao Wanfeng below spouted more wild nonsense.
"What are you looking at? I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?" After hesitating, Xiao Wanfeng shouted again, "Are you deaf?!"
?
Luo Yin could not hold back anymore.
The veins on his arm bulged, his fist clenched, and he sprang down to land before Xiao Wanfeng.
But Xiao Wanfeng was as slick as though he had oil beneath his feet. The instant he finished those words, he turned and fled, constantly apologizing over his shoulder without looking back.
"Sorry, sorry, don't kill me, don't kill me..."
Yet he was not running toward Young Master Xu. He was running toward Mu Zixi! "Has he gone mad?"
Everyone watched this youth pull off such a flamboyant hatred-drawing maneuver and were so shocked