I Really Am Tang San

Chang Gong Miao smiled faintly, clearly getting a little carried away as he looked at Dai Mubai. "What? Still want to continue?"

Dai Mubai took a deep breath. "Chang Gong Miao, right? Kid, I admit I underestimated you, but some people are beyond your reach."

At this moment, Dai Mubai was clearly furious and frustrated.

If this had been his previous life, it would have been one thing. Upon encountering such a genius, he would not have minded making friends with him.

But who was Dai Mubai? He was the God of War, yet he had suffered such a huge loss at the hands of some unknown brat. How could he possibly endure that?

After all, although he had appeared unharmed during their clash just now, he had still been burned by Chang Gong Miao's damned green flames.

What a humiliation. This was simply an utter humiliation.

"Xiao Ao, make some Sausages. Fatty, let's attack together." Just as Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar were preparing to make a move, they heard something slicing through the air. Something flew past their ears.

When they turned around, they saw three specially made steel nails, more than half of each buried in the wall behind them.

"This is..." Dai Mubai and the other two were instantly overjoyed. These were San Giegie's hidden weapons.

But they were quickly disappointed.

Following the direction from which the hidden weapons had been fired, they discovered that their owner was actually the squat little runt they had been ignoring all along.

The three glared angrily at Tang San. Dai Mubai demanded sharply, "Who are you?" He was just short of asking how Tang San knew San Giegie's hidden weapons.

Tang San knew they had not recognized him. He also knew they had acted on his behalf earlier,