"Hmm?"
Hearing someone call his name, Elvin Ackerman instinctively responded.
But.
After responding, he froze, because that self-proclaimed Arctic King thing was looking at him.
Yes.
In Elvin Ackerman's eyes, the exploiter Miyel was a traitor, and also a scoundrel who would watch hellish jokes about Jesus at night with very poor taste.
And the Arctic Fox carrying a pink belt, speaking broken English and mingling with her, was clearly an extremely bizarre freak.
"You actually dare to respond!"
Seeing Elvin Ackerman stick his head out, Master Fuli looked shocked, not expecting Elvin to actually dare to respond. Did he not hear himself calling his full name just now?
Under Elvin's gaze, Master Fuli raised the two-meter-long, diamond-encrusted pink item, which seemed to be a lady's belt, in his hand and suddenly swung it out.
The pink belt, as it swung from Master Fuli's hand, transformed into thousands, like a scarlet tornado crashing directly onto Elvin Ackerman.
"Waaah—"
