Chapter 620: Who Has More Scumbag Energy, Fingel or Mowang?

[The King of the Chicken Coop]:...

[The Strongest Fighter Genius in Human History]: It's got that vibe.

[The Strongest Demon King]: Other than Fenrir, there are actually people below C rank? Can that even be called a hybrid?

Even Mo Wangs didn't know what to say about this person's situation.

All they could say was that there was always someone even more useless.

They had thought Naruto Mo Wang was already the bottom of the barrel.

Who knew this one would be even more of a heavyweight.

The train station was filled with clamor, and the air carried a complicated mixture of coal smoke, sweat, and cheap cigarettes.

People dressed either heavily or lightly hurried along with bags of all sizes in hand. The numbers on the timetable were somewhat blurred under the dim lights.

A lean young man, Lu Mingfei, stood with his head tilted up, blankly staring at the enormous timetable. His soul seemed to have already drifted beyond the clouds, and even the crowded flow of people around him seemed separated from him by a transparent barrier.

Just then, a dusty size-43 foot shot out with lightning speed and delivered a precise, powerful kick to his somewhat skinny backside!

"Fuck!"

Caught completely off guard, Lu Mingfei stumbled forward and landed face-first on the ground in a textbook sprawl. The half-full bottle of soda in his hand flew free and rolled across the floor.

Clutching his painfully smashed nose and chin, he whipped his head around and glared furiously. Sure enough, that familiar figure stood behind him, wearing an unabashedly punchable grin.

"You bastard, Mo! What the hell did you kick me for?!" Lu Mingfei scrambled to his feet, his face red with rage as he roared at Mo Wang and unhesitatingly gave him the universal friendly