Su Ran and An 2 and others stood once again in the center of the crowd, surrounded by people lying on the ground.
Mo Shangjie: "..."
Is the fight over just like that?
Not even leaving a bit of room for them to show off?
So what was his purpose here?
Mo Shangjie was a bit bewildered, and the people he brought also awkwardly stood still.
The crowd was silent, but Su Ran squatted down and looked at Feng Shun, asking sincerely.
"Is this all the strength your Prison Hall has?"
An 2: "..."
Sis, do you know speaking like this easily gets you beaten up?
Sure enough, as soon as Su Ran finished speaking, the veins on Feng Shun's hand bulged.
She could insult him but absolutely could not insult the Prison Hall.
Prison Hall was a godlike, unsurpassable existence in the hearts of each of them, how could she disparage it?
"It's our own lack of skill, don't slander the Prison Hall."
Su Ran nodded in agreement, "Lack of skill indeed, you've learned quite poorly."
Mo Shangjie: "..."
