King Pan returned to the high platform, shot a dark glance at Qin Feiyang, and sat down in silence.
"A fine job, Wolf Cub." Jiang Zhengyi patted Wolf King's head with a hearty laugh and headed to his seat.
"Hold on, since when is my head free to touch? You gotta pay for this," Wolf King murmured in disapproval.
But before his words had even faded, Qin Feiyang also reached out and patted its head, coldly saying, "Remember, spare none!"
After speaking, he glanced at the thirteen opponents, a cold smile touching his lips, then turned and rejoined his group.
"That's a must!" Wolf King bared his teeth in a big grin at the sight of the white-haired elder, impatiently saying, "Hurry up, old man, don't waste this Brother's time."
"Brother?" The white-haired elder was taken aback. Veins throbbed on his forehead as he snorted coldly, "Don't get too cocky, little whelp. You'll be crying soon enough."
