"Holy shit, six at once?"
Lin Dabao was a little surprised when he saw the six people who had suddenly appeared.
Seeing this, the six of them sneered mockingly. "Kid, you dare yell and expose your whereabouts here? Are you tired of dying too late?"
"You look like a complete idiot. No idea how the Blood Wolf Legion picked someone so brainless."
"Enough. He wants to give us a free kill, so why stop him? Finish him off and leave."
"That's right. That idiot was so loud just now. Kill him quickly and change locations, or more and more people will show up."
"..."
They each threw in a remark, completely disregarding Lin Dabao.
To them, such an unwise move meant Lin Dabao was an idiot.
How powerful could an idiot possibly be?
"Damn it, you dare call your Fatty Grandpa an idiot?"
When Lin Dabao first saw people appear, he had been delighted beneath his surprise.
People had come—didn't that mean he had a chance to put on a show?
Who would have thought these bastards would suddenly start picking on him?
They had even called him an idiot? Were they asking for it?
Fatty Grandpa could no longer endure it.
With an angry roar, he raised his staff and smashed it toward one of them.
"Tch, what are you pretending for with that broken stick? I... fuck!"
The man looked disdainful, but before he could finish mocking him, he sensed that something was wrong.
The instant Lin Dabao moved, his speed was astonishing.
How could such a fat body possess such speed?
And as that staff came crashing down, before it had even struck him, the fierce wind carried by it made his cheeks sting and sent a chill through his entire body.
But by then, it was