"Boss, I only drank two glasses of water, but you chewed on a piece of bark, how come you're fine?" Sieg expressed his incomprehension.
"Who said I'm fine? I'm just used to it," Allen Zhang said with annoyance.
He looked down at young Allen, not as tough as iron, but still standing tall and proud.
Isn't this just the General Sect Leader's usual performance level?
Half an hour after chewing the bark, the sides of his lower back felt hot and itchy, his forehead sweating, feeling like it was going to explode.
The General Sect Leader took a deep breath. He forcefully suppressed the impulse, indeed a product by Black, absolutely top-notch! The General Sect Leader misjudged you all!
Angola bark is good, gotta eat it.
Then he thought of something and took out his phone to send a message to Zorro: "Kid, better not order takeout at my villa! Go to a bar or club, or even a motel! Not on the living room sofa!"
