"Bang!" Rui Si was so angry that he smashed the cup in his hand. His handsome face became distorted because of anger. Seeing him so angry, the other people in the room sat there without saying a word. When Rui Si saw their appearance, he was even more furious and started to curse without any grace.
"What's the use of us? Didn't you say you could win against them both?" A priest with a gray beard said unhappily, "Anger doesn't make you more powerful, Mr. Riels, you're out of control. "
The dozen or so of them are teammates, not superiors and subordinates. Even if Riels has the support of the country, this does not mean that they have to be scolded by Riels. None of these people present were respectable big shots, how could they endure Riels's attitude.
"At this time, you think I'm losing my temper," Riels sneered, "You are all respectable gentlemen and ladies in China, how could you be so embarrassed by two young people today? Chinese culture has been passed down for thousands of years. We were blessed with good luck. Before we could figure out their dragon veins, they had already discovered our actions. The wastes arranged in China had accomplished nothing except killing a few young warlocks who were of little use. Under control. Even the Celestial Master we spent a lot of effort to invite is now in a coma due to the backlash. In our current state, what can we do to deal with the Chinese mystical world? "
"No, Riels, such methods are not honorable," the priest shook his head. "Using conspiracy methods to attack warlocks from other countries is not a gentleman at all in my opinion."
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