Lu Xiaobu and his companions' positioning shocked everyone present at the scene.
One must understand that you don't stand just anywhere without purpose.
This is like a dinner gathering.
If you want to sit at the table, you have to bring tools and ingredients, and you must be prepared to endure being choked by smoke, or even be burnt to death.
If you just want to muddle through and eat some leftovers, then wait on the outskirts, and eat what's left and unwanted, or fallen off the table.
Don't even think about loafing off, as others at the table won't allow someone who didn't bring ingredients and doesn't want to cook to brazenly eat the dishes they've prepared!
This is provocation!
Self-overestimating provocation!
"Have people inflated to this extent these days?" Fan Wenlong looked at Lu Xiaobu, a mocking curve forming at the corner of his mouth.
"Perhaps they think we're fools, unable to see?" Lu Pu crossed his arms, sneering repeatedly.
