C300 Framing

Shea Zhengyu sighed, shook his head and left. He had done what he needed to do. The outcome of Tang Feng's battle would depend on his own luck.

"Hehe, Young Master Feng, what do you think? The feeling of being slapped in the face by a country bumpkin isn't pleasant, right?" Shea Jiu walked proudly in front of Shea Qingfeng and deliberately provoked him