"Mo Fan, what are you doing? Why are you so angry?" Zhou Sining walked straight over.
"I'm cursing someone out. Don't bother me... What the fuck! Zhou? What are you doing here?!"
Mo Fan had been seething, but the moment he turned and saw who it was, his anger vanished. All that remained was disbelief.
"I got into a little trouble. Came back to lie low," Zhou Sining said mysteriously.
"Tell me everything." Mo Fan perked up, no longer interested in arguing with the Egyptians.
"A newcomer joined the National Team. The idiot tried to set me up, so I killed him," Zhou Sining summed up.
"Good riddance. It sucks that you still have to come back and lie low." Mo Fan's heart immediately went out to him.
What a shitty world. Fight back against someone trying to kill you, and you still got charged with excessive self-defense!
"Just going through the motions. It's no big deal. Who are these people?" Zhou Sining glanced at the people arguing with Mo Fan.
"Who knows? A bunch of stuck-up idiots. They even bullied my adorable little Flame Belle."
Mo Fan said that in the common international language. The people across from him visibly grew angrier.
Zhou Sining looked them over. Recognition dawned, and his eyes lit up.
"You're the Egyptian National Team, aren't you?" Zhou Sining asked.
"That's right. Now that you know who we are, get out of the way. I don't want to waste time on a small country and an utterly crude man."
Mios, the cat-eyed woman at their head, raised her chin haughtily.
"A small country?" Zhou Sining raised an eyebrow and surveyed her with a faint, humorless smile.
Reading about it was one thing. Now that he was here in person, Zhou Sining wanted to send Mios