Jing Qian turned around and looked at Jing Jie. His pale face instantly turned red.
Jing Qian only tapped a few keys on the keyboard and a game interface appeared on the screen.
[The Murder's Past: Didn't you say that you brought a legend? This is what you refer to as a legend?]
[Please Call Me Little Devil: F**k this! Bro, don't bother listening to their bullshit! Has there ever been a time where they weren't beaten by us? This dumba** had the audacity to call himself a legend?]
[Eighteen Palms of the B*tch: Watch your mouth! Brother Jie is occupied with something else, which is why he is offline now. If you think you're that great, just wait for him to be back!]
TATATATATATA-
Just when 'Eighteen Palms of the B*tch' finished speaking, 'The Murder's Past' had beaten him to the ground.
As for the other character, 'Jie,' he was already beaten onto the ground with his head down as if he was waiting for a death sentence from the people around him.
