A calm voice came from behind the screen.
Everyone's gaze suddenly fell on the corner.
"Who? Step out!"
Luo Liyu's gaze turned cold, his voice extremely angry.
Two figures slowly stepped out from behind the screen.
The speaker was Hou Sixian, who was walking in front.
His expression was calm as he looked at Luo Liyu, snorting from his nose: "I wonder how much meat the Hong family has given you that you would work so hard for them?"
Hou Sixian strolled to Pei Zeqi's side, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and shouted sharply: "Aren't you afraid of having life to take but no life to enjoy it?"
"Hou Sixian!" Luo Liyu stared intently at his face, laughing as he spoke: "It seems that wearing the genius label has made you forget yourself. Do you not know how high the heavens are or how thick the earth is? The last person with Condensed Yuan Seventh Grade who dared speak to me this way, their grave grass is already three meters high."
