Mystic One's patience had already been worn down long ago. She was no longer in a mood to quibble further with these people. Without waiting for Jin Sanjue to say anything, she walked over with a sway of her slender hips.
Seeing this, Jin Sanjue stood over to the side quietly with a meaningful gleam in his eyes. At the same time, he felt a bit of embarrassment at failing to control his own men, being the target of insubordination in front of everyone.
"Why? You want to use violence against me?"
Dong Yunpeng snorted coldly as he regarded Mystic One. This little girl was quite pretty and although she was still a little young, her features had begun to blossom.
"A bunch of trash like you have the guts to defy my orders?" Mystic One spat coldly as she walked up to Dong Yunpeng. Although she was not as tall as the latter, she gave everyone a feeling as though she was high above Dong Yunpeng!
"Plop!"