"Uh..."
Hua Qingluo, Long Wu, and Yun Piaopiao stood up and looked over with fierce expressions.
Oscar shuddered!
"Gulp."
Oscar swallowed nervously and nudged Ma Hongjun. "Fatty, something doesn't feel right!"
But Ma Hongjun looked excited.
Hua Qingluo, Long Wu, and Yun Piaopiao's expressions darkened even further.
They walked toward Ma Hongjun and Oscar.
"This doesn't look good!"
The timid Oscar quickly looked around, hoping to find Boss Dai in the hall.
Unfortunately, there was no sign of him. He was on the verge of tears!
That idiot Ma Hongjun still hadn't realized anything was wrong. He looked at Hua Qingluo, Long Wu, and Yun Piaopiao approaching with excitement written all over his face.
"Hello, three lovely ladies. I'm Ma Hongjun. Ow!"
Before he could finish speaking—
Hua Qingluo already had the Phoenix Fire Glazed Pot in hand and brought the frying pan down directly on Ma Hongjun's head.
"Why are you hitting people, miss?"
Ma Hongjun clutched his head and stumbled back several steps, looking at Hua Qingluo with confusion and vigilance.
At that moment, Long Wu and Yun Piaopiao also released their Martial Souls.
Oscar cried out, "Damn, they're all Soul Masters! We're in trouble now! It's all your fault, you damn fatty! Why were you staring at girls for no reason?!"
Ma Hongjun: "..."
He shot Oscar a disdainful look. "Sausage Uncle, can you have some shame? Whose eyes were practically popping out of their sockets just now? Mmph!"
Before he could finish, Oscar covered his mouth.
A bead of cold sweat ran down Oscar's face. "You damn fatty, aren't you just making things worse? If you want to get beaten up, don't drag me down with you!"
Ma Hongjun protested, "You were the one who brought it up first."
Hua Qingluo, Long Wu, and Yun Piaopiao's