C1187 The power to move a mountain!

"Scoundrel."

A cold light flashed across Mo Feng's eyes, a mere figure of an empire dared to say that he was a low level character, looks like he had to take action.

He turned his head to look at the fat guy, then sat on the bed and calmly sat down.

The fat man understood and stepped forward to look at High General with a face full of hostility