Erlang Shen and Xiaotian Hound were squatting by the entrance, stuffing their faces with food, when the arrogant voice rang out, instantly leaving a bad taste in their mouths.
What the hell! Who the hell is this acting so high and mighty? How dare someone speak with such a loud mouth at the barbecue stand run by my uncle Old Jun? Do they want to taste the iron fist of the True Lord of Manifested Holiness? Do they really think there are no capable men in this family, trying to bully a lonely old man like this?
However, just as Erlang Shen wanted to stand up and see who it was, before he could even straighten his legs, he sat right back down.
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