However, the host turned out to be Mr. Lei.
Omnipotent Mr. Lei, broad-shouldered and robust like a black bear, dressed in lavish attire, bulging, his martial foundation was ordinary. At this moment, only slightly better than the disgraceful Breaking Army Mr. of Heavenly Strategy Mansion.
He still preferred wearing that kind of scale armor, loose and safe, feeling at ease on this battlefield. The slippery outfit made him feel that a few archers could easily shoot him down.
He awkwardly exchanged some pleasantries.
Seeing the guests all looking at him, Mr. Lei's scalp tingled.
No one spoke, no one mocked him.
Yet precisely because of this, the awkward atmosphere felt even heavier.
This elicited a round of ruthless laughter: "Mr. Lei, you old brother, doing such an arty job? What, there's no one else?"
Mr. Lei looked over, only to see Yu Wen Hua from Ying Country, clad in armor, laughing heartily.
The tone was teasing, but it helped Mr. Lei relax.
