Today's Yezi Is So Good-Looking, Right?

The next day, in the grand hall.

Uvogin sat straddling the sofa in a broad stance, his voice booming as he wore a dissatisfied expression. "These turtles' grandsons, didn't they say they were coming? Why aren't they here yet?"

They were making him wait so long here; just when on earth could he finally start fighting!

He had already done warm-up stretches several times, yet he hadn't even seen a ghost of a shadow.

Chrollo tapped him on the arm. "Uvogin, be patient. Since they want to attack this place, they definitely need to make some preparations."

After all, this place was once Rasa's base camp. Even though he was already dead, no one knew what kind of contingency plans he might have left behind here.

Therefore, Owen would definitely muster his strongest forces to break through this place, and Uvogin would not lack a fight.

Feitan, sitting to one side, glanced at them before lowering his head with a lack of interest, two massive dark circles hanging under his eyes.

Ever since Yezi promised to give him an answer today, he hadn't slept well all night. He thought about a mess of things, his mood growing increasingly irritable, yet he completely failed to find an outlet to vent.

If that group of people dared to come over today, it would just happen to let him use them to blow off some steam! As long as they weren't intangible people, he would definitely tear them to pieces!

Illumi sat in an unobserved corner, expressionlessly observing everyone else's every move. Especially when watching Chrollo, his gaze grew even more covert and lingering.

Chrollo actually went to Yezi's place yesterday and exposed the secret I was hiding. As expected, this guy is a pain.

Yesterday outside Yezi's bedroom door, Feitan wasn't the