What kind of weirdo was this devil armor dark apparition?
How could he cheer for everybody in such a serious situation? How strange was his mind?
Gushe's gaze turned colder. He glared at Wang Teng. He had never wanted to kill someone so badly.
This devil armor dark apparition successfully ignited his killing intent.
The other devil armor dark apparitions felt helpless. Why was there such a weirdo in their Devil Armor Race? They felt a little embarrassed.
"All the best!"
"All the best!"
"All the best, bosses!"
…
The rhythmic shouts echoed in the air. Wang Teng didn't seem to notice the problem. He was shouting earnestly and hard.
"Shut up!" Jia Zidi couldn't take it anymore and shouted.
He felt embarrassed and self-conscious.
If there was a bunch of beauties shouting beside him, he might find it enjoyable. However, the other party was a man and there was only one of him. It was embarrassing to cheer for him.
