Ding Zong's appearance completely ruined Yang Ling's good mood.
A bounty to hunt him down in Forced Missions?
He glanced at his Attribute Panel.
Base Strength: 9,900 points. Base Agility: 9,830 points. Base Spirit: 6,000 points.
"I don't know who these truly top-tier big shots you're talking about are.
"But I can tell you one thing: you and these so-called big shots are all trash in my eyes."
Yang Ling pointed at Ding Zong's nose and cursed:
"Do you know what trash is? Trash is you, and you are trash. You're a little piece of trash. Got that, trash?"
"..."
The Third Rank Players who had been watching the show with smiles on their faces immediately turned serious, afraid they might laugh out loud or show an odd expression and end up being remembered by this young master of the group, Ding Zong.
They were deeply shocked, and some even began to question this Divine Domain Player's mental state.
"Has he really not gone mad? Or has he already been driven mad?"
"I heard Flame Dragon Security Company tried to make trouble for him a while ago and ended up suffering at his hands. With that kind of strength, he shouldn't have been scared out of his mind, right?"
"Hard to say. There's a bounty on him now, and the Grandmaster Network's chat channels keep cycling his bounty notice. If a Player gets matched with him in the same Forced Mission, who could resist taking a shot? That's a hundred thousand Trade Points!"
Ding Yuan stood behind Ding Zong with a strange expression. Before coming, he had already vaguely guessed the outcome. Sure enough, just as he had expected, the other man refused to show them the slightest respect.
Insulting someone to his face like this meant making