"Who are you calling a fly?"
The bald man was immediately displeased upon hearing this and glared with wide eyes.
Ling Feng looked at him, "I'm talking about you!"
Wearing sunglasses and a mask, his true face was not visible, so the bald man angrily said, "Kid, are you asking for it?"
"What? Are you guys streamers or gangsters, making personal threats like this?" Ling Feng asked with a cold smirk.
"Kid, we're with the Golden Armor Guild, have you heard of it?" the bald man said angrily.
"What kind of nonsense is that?"
Ling Feng frowned, feeling speechless, "Go wherever you want, my wife isn't interested in being a streamer, now move aside!"
"Want to leave? Not so easy!"
The bald man sneered, "Dare to call our Golden Armor group flies? Do you believe I can make you socially dead?"
Ling Feng was taken aback, turned to Mo Jiaolan and asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"
