Lu Sheng fell silent. His eyes narrowed. If anyone was familiar with him, they would definitely know that he was filled with killing intent.
This damn rookie was actually so arrogant. He was just a trashy strength-enhancing system, yet he dared to speak to Lu Sheng like this?
Pill Nine was only his girlfriend, not his wife. He couldn't even talk to her and flirt with her a little?
It was probably because he had become the number one student in this year's training camp assessment that Ye Fan, this kid, was pretending like this, right?
Lu Sheng glanced around at the rookies who were praising Ye Fan. It was all because of this group of rookies that they spoiled this kid. Later, he would let you see what the difference was.
"I believe that I will easily defeat this brat, Ye Fan. Little beauty Wan Wan will also know who the real man is. Hee hee, I might be able to touch her big white legs soon…"
He wiped his saliva and conjured his soul tool, the Reaper's Scythe.