Fang Guoyu strode in with the confidence of a dragon and tiger, and as soon as he entered the banquet hall, he clasped his fists and saluted everyone.
Although the principal of Jiangwu School, Fang Guande, was still present, Fang Guoyu acted as if this victory was his own doing.
At this moment, Fang Guoyu gave off the impression that he was the actual royalty of Jiangyuan Country.
"Indeed, a shameless scoundrel."
In the distance, Su Yue sat on the sofa observing Fang Guoyu.
Triangular eyes, bare eyebrows.
His hair was slicked back, possibly with a whole can of hair gel, shining brilliantly.
The appearance of Fang Guoyu made the martial artists of Jiangwu and the National Guardian Master Team quite awkward, and this guy merely nodded at Fang Guande, considering it a greeting.
Then, he walked over to the group of foreign special envoys from Lie Dian Country, laughing and talking, exchanging drinks, embodying the image of a successful man.
