Angry at Wang Feixin's sneak attack, the scavenging legs appeared in the short space, and tripped his followers to the ground.

"It's really not a thing," he scolded, stepping on the man's chest and making him unable to move. The eyes looked in the direction of the ink. "Thank you, Amo."

Chu Mo looks flat, "not as good as a few years ago."

Wang Fei's face collapsed half at once, which means that he has been neglected in practice in recent years and can't cope with such a trick as sneaking behind him.

Think of this, the people under his feet make him even more angry, only to see the...