"That guy ran away??" Only belatedly did Iris realize that Zhou Fan had fled.
Damn it!
He had run so fast that they couldn't even catch a glimpse of him.
Just then.
Zhou Fan appeared out of thin air before them again-he had left a Flying Thunder God Mark here before leaving.
As long as there was a mark, he could come and go as he pleased.
But this time, he had brought two more people with him-Zhao Qiu and Duan Fei!
Iris frowned, baffled by Zhou Fan's behavior.
"I thought you'd run away. I didn't expect you to come back on your own."
If Zhou Fan had simply fled and never returned, there would have been nothing they could do.
Yet he had actually come back of his own accord.
Only now, there were two more people beside him.
"So you went to get help... but what good are these two third tier 2-star losers?" Iris sneered.
She had thought Zhou Fan had found some formidable allies.
Instead, they were just two third tier 2-star nobodies.
What use were they?
"Hey! What are you yapping about, you flat-chested bitch? You actually dare call us losers?" Duan Fei was instantly pissed off and snapped right back.
He didn't care who she was.
If someone rubbed him the wrong way, he would open his mouth and curse them out. That was just his explosive temper. If they had the guts, they could kill him!
The corner of Iris's mouth twitched, and her eyes filled with fury.
A flat-chested bitch... how dare he!
He actually dared mock me like that!
"Don't worry. I'll drain every last drop of your blood, then dump your corpse by the roadside for the stray dogs!" Iris snarled.
"Come on, then! Bring it! We'll see who's scared!"