The King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang, hanging from a tree, suddenly noticed all the Players looking at him. An ominous feeling instantly struck him.
Among the Top Ten Players, it seems I'm the only one who looks easy to bully. But where the hell are these idiots' brains? Eaten by the Demon Race? Anyone in the Top Ten of the Combat Power List, even me at tenth, isn't that easy to deal with!
"What are you staring at? Even tied up, I can still beat the shit out of you!" King Pen Duanchang shouted angrily. "And you, Fatty, with that stick! Who are you trying to scare? Do you think I was easily frightened growing up? Back when I was hacking my way from Nanxin Street all the way to North Second Ring, you were still in elementary school!"
It had to be said, this Sprayer was utterly fearless. No matter who showed up, he would curse them. When the Demon Race's army attacked, hadn't he been the one to verbally assault thousands single-handedly?
