“Enpuda, fuck your mother!”

Within a palace, Liao Bencang was furiously roaring at Enpuda.

“You rat bastard, you tricked me into charging forward while you hid like a little turtle! I will not let you off this time!”

Enpuda tossed Jia Luo’s corpse to the ground. He coldly asked, “When did I make you charge forward?”

“Fuck, you refuse to admit it?! You were the one who clearly said to kill Long Chen at the end!” cursed Liao Bencang, practically jumping with fury.

“I was saying that killing Long Chen is impossible, so we should run. You didn’t let me finish talking before you charged out. Who can you blame for that?” Enpuda snorted coldly.

Liao Bencang almost coughed up blood. Enpuda had clearly conned him at the end, costing him his avatars while Enpuda...