"Tsk, there's no need for you to be so modest here."

Shrike curled his lips, but the dissatisfaction in his tone was much less.

"When I get back to the company, I'm going to beat you up."

"If you don't want to die, go help chop Feng Feng twice. Maybe I will take care of our comradeship."

"Okay."

Wang Jin grinned and turned the fruit knife in his hand into a spear.

He knew that Shrike was a hard-spoken but soft-hearted man.

On the one hand, this swarthy man wanted to give himself a chance, and on the other hand, he wanted to see how this kid had improved, so he made this request.

Of course, this is not to embarrass Wang Jin.

It is much safer to join forces with these brave and skilled warriors from the Suppression Department than to face the feast by yourself.

It’s time to use the righteous extra hit tactic!

"call…"

Wang Jin waved his arm, and the spear appeared in his hand.

The flags are ringing, and the fleur-de-lis symbol is floating in the air.

Exquisite armor grows on the body, and a majestic crown slowly emerges.

The white cloak flutters in the wind, making the figure of the Prince of Paradise look luxurious and elegant.

"Okay, I know you are handsome."

Shrike spoke angrily, and then kicked Wang Jin on the lower back.

"Hurry up and work for me!"

"receive!"

The young man grinned and charged in the direction of the feast.
Chapter completed!