Everyone present watched Lin Hai and the old man with a look of idiocy.
They thought Lin Hai must be severely brain-damaged.
As for that old man, he was ridiculously arrogant, attempting to use a useless dog to challenge Wu Ji's well-trained war dogs. Was it a joke?
"A nearly dead, mangy local dog trying to take on a professional fighting dog?"
"Sigh, I used to wonder what kind of deity Demon Young Master's brother really was. Now it seems the rumors are indeed unreliable." Someone mockingly jibed at Lin Hai.
"I'm curious to see how many seconds that local dog will last."
"Seconds? At most one second, since even getting bitten to death takes time, haha."
Some people, jealous of Lin Hai's sudden status as Super Young Master, mocked him mercilessly.
Ouyang Xiaoya and other women clenched their little fists in anger, wanting to rush up and argue, but Lin Hai stopped them with a gesture.
