Long Chen was sitting leisurely. A lightning python was coiled around him, protecting him from the lightning. It crazily devoured any lightning pythons that came toward him.

Furthermore, Long Chen had even taken out a table. He sat in a chair, occasionally sipping some hot tea. His legs were crossed as if he was just watching a show.

“AHHH! Fucking hell!” Gui Zong roared furiously. Long Chen was the one who had brought on this disaster, but he was going through it so leisurely, while they were practically working themselves to their deaths to protect their people. This was too infuriating.

“Gui Zong, be careful! Don’t release your aura!” warned one of the Corrupt experts.

With that person’s reminder, Gui Zong’s expression changed. He hastily suppressed his fury, focusing on blocking the lightning pythons.

“Oh? How fishy.”

Long Chen gulped down some Queen Bee Honey, narrowing his eyes. It was no wonder he had felt it was odd. Just now, he had been chased down miserably and hadn’t had time to ponder it, but now he realized the truth.

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