"Mr. Zhang!" Yimor pressed down on Zhang Menglong, "Mr. Zhang, please don't anger him any further. We can't handle him, and if we truly provoke him, we won't be able to protect you!"
"What's there to fear," Zhang Menglong said with a smile, "Could he really jump out of the screen from the net line.... the holographic projection and hit me?"
"Mr. Zhang! He really can!" Yimor already wore the Mask of Pain, and with the combination of Martial Dao civilization and technological civilization, those big shots can truly do such things!
"Very well, I never thought there would come a day when I, Luca, would be taunted by a kid," around the baboon-faced guy appeared a visible aura of black mist, almost solidified energy!
"Irok, crush the Space Stone, I want to come over!"
"Yes, master!" Irok's face showed astonishment, never expecting a young man to actually prompt his master to arrive in person!
