"But..."

Before Wang Fei finished his half sentence, he was pushed forward by Zhu Mo. Chu Mok waved and asked someone to drag Luka out.

Luca struggled and looked angrily at the ink-covered face. In his mind, the current situation is all caused by the ink at one hand. With a roar, he got up and rushed towards the ink.

Chu Momo's eyes were cold, he hid sideways and hit Luca with his backhand on the waist. Luca hummed and could not stand. Someone caught him and pulled him out.

Wang Fei touched his nose subconsciously.'Amo, you're tough enough to start with. That fist, not to mention the injured person,...