"Roger, what the hell are you doing? Stop dawdling and take him down!"
The fat man who was exerting all his might to suppress Master Huiming, his forehead full of sweat, couldn't help but curse when he saw the situation.
Hiding at the back, Zha Xi and Duo Ji finally got a clear look at Fang Cheng's face.
The two of them opened their mouths in shock, their eyes almost popping out, as if they had seen a ghost.
They clearly recognized the man who had left them emotionally scarred in the antique shop.
Hearing the urging of his companions, Roger's face turned a shade of purple-red.
To be seized by the wrist in front of everyone and unable to move, like a child being disciplined, was a humiliation that drove him mad.
"Get off me!"
Roger roared in fury, pushing Dragon Elephant Wisdom to its limits.
The black and red monk robe on his upper body was torn to shreds by his bulging muscles, scattering like butterflies.
