"It really can't wait."
Ling Yunfei shook his head and forced a bitter smile.
"Those who provoke it often meet bad ends."
Qin Feiyang responded with an indifferent smile. If we don't draw the Wolf King next, that will be a different story. But if we do, Cheng Ming will surely meet a tragic end.
"Can't you stay put for a while?"
Jiang Zhengyi felt helpless too. If we could have dispatched it earlier, we would have. There was no need to let Xie Fang lose face.
"Hurry up, hurry up! Cut the chatter!" the Wolf King urged.
Jiang Zhengyi's face darkened. He directed his Battle Intent into the wooden token, lifted a finger slightly, and a bamboo stick flew out.
Looking at the name he drew, Jiang Zhengyi couldn't help frowning. "Lin Huo!"
"Damn it!"
"Does it even have Brother Wolf's name on any of these?"
The Wolf King was greatly displeased. He turned his head and looked at Lin Huo. "You're cut from the same cloth as Xie Fang. Stop wasting time and just concede."
