Amara, her attack interrupted, grew even more furious. She temporarily gave up chasing Yilafren, merely shooting her a glare before calling Venom and heading for Lin Fan's group.
"Has no one ever taught you not to interrupt a lady?"
"Has no one ever taught you not to steal someone else's prey? Oh right, no one did. Your parents were an iron womb, after all!"
"And you have parents?"
"At least I'm better off than you!"
Listening to the Khan and Amara trade venomous insults, Lin Fan did not know whether he should fire and spoil the mood between them. He could only sit in the back seat with his gun in hand and enjoy the show.
No wonder Trazyn liked watching plays so much. Watching a show really was wonderful.
"Fight! Fight! Hurry up and decide on a winner, then come capture this pitiful, weak little bunny~" Yilafren drifted over again, releasing the motorcycle's handlebars and covering her chest with her hands as she put on a pitiful act.
This girl would definitely have a lot in common with Little Yi, Lin Fan thought. Then the motorcycle beneath him suddenly accelerated, followed by the Khan's urging shout.
"Soap, send this dead bean sprout packing! I'm going to tear that damned bastard's limbs apart!"
"Who are you calling a bean sprout?" Amara glared at the sharp-tongued Kabal warrior riding the white motorcycle before violently shaking her chest. The rolling curves were quite alluring, but the Khan did not care.
Amara swung her long blade at the Khan, but Lin Fan had been watching her movements all along. How could he simply let her attack succeed?
Repeated blasts from the melta gun forced Amara to weave and dodge atop Venom. Lin Fan, meanwhile, was frustrated by the Drukhari's exceptional agility, which made