Xu Xiangbei put the cream-stained finger into his mouth, looking unsatisfied: "Such a delicious cake was completely ruined by you. No matter how wealthy the Lu Family is, don't waste it."
Lu Hong rubbed the ring on his hand, squinting his eyes. That punch he threw just now was done with anger, using at least seventy percent of his strength. The 32 Styles of Overlord Fist from the Lu Family, when executed, were like raging waves, unbearable for ordinary people, yet Xu Xiangbei, while eating cake, blocked his Overlord Fist move.
In his eyes, Xu Xiangbei was just a rogue, yet he didn't realize that Xu Xiangbei was deeply hidden and not just a name in vain. The wins over War Jason and Defeating Xiao Ye Feng Cilang were not due to luck but strength.
Behind Lu Hong stood more than ten men with cold expressions, dressed in well-made black suits. They looked at Xu Xiangbei with calm and cold eyes.
