At this moment, Wang Xiaopang realized that the man was talking about him. Unconsciously, he raised his head and glared at the person who had just spoken sarcastically.

I saw that the man looked a few years older than him, only fourteen or fifteen years old. He called out Qingyi, holding a feather fan in his hand, and looked at him mockingly with his mouth.

"Who are you?"

The young man sneered: "Fatty Wang, you seem to have forgotten that a few months ago, our fighter came back from outside to the Fantasy Mansion. As a result, because the identity token was lost, your father was unwilling to let us enter the Fantasy Mansion."

The door before was always watched by Wang Deqiu's father. Later, after Wang Deqiu came back, the key was handed over to his hands.

Therefore, he had never seen these people leave the Immortal Mansion, so he had no impression. Therefore, the identity token was their only proof. Unexpectedly, these people lost the identity token. As the gatekeeper of the Immortal Mansion, he would definitely not allow them to enter the Immortal Mansion.

Wang Xiaopang was reminded by him and suddenly realized: "It turned out to be you? My father did nothing wrong. Who told you to lose the token? He just did things according to the rules and regulations."

"Rare!" The young man's hands fell heavily on the table and slapped the table, "Your Wang family is just the guard dog of the Fantasy Mansion, and everyone in our Fantasy Mansion is your master. As dogs, you dare not let the master enter. This is your fault!"

He said one by one, making Wang Xiaopang so angry that his fat face turned red and rushed towards the young man.

The young man couldn't defend himself from being taken back a few steps. Just as he realized that he was about to take action, a chopstick came from the side, passed through his sleeves, and nailed him firmly to the wall behind him.

He was shocked and reached out to pull out the chopsticks, but found that the chopsticks were inserted very tightly. He could not pull them out after several force.

At this time, Wang Xiaopang came to him again, and his fat fist hit the young man's face, beating and scolding.

"Who are you calling a watchdog? Your whole family is a watchdog!"

"You..." The young man raised his other hand angrily and was about to teach the fat man a lesson.

Unexpectedly, another pair of chopsticks flew over and nailed the sleeve of his other arm to the wall.

The young man wanted to tear his sleeves apart with force, but he didn't know what was going on. His body could not use his strength. He used force several times and did not even tear his sleeves apart.

"What are you idiots still standing there?" The young man turned angrily to the defenders of the fighters, "Save me quickly."

"ah?"

The guards were a little confused.

It's just a chopstick. The young master only needs to pull it out with force. Moreover, even if you don't pull out the chopsticks, your sleeves can be easily torn open.

Do they need to save such a thing?

But even though these guards had a lot of thoughts, they did not dare to go against the young man's opinion. They hurried forward and pulled down the chopsticks inserted on the wall.

The first thing a young man did to escape danger was not to settle the score with Wang Xiaopang, but to look at the crowd in the restaurant hall angrily.

"Who? Who was plotting against me just now?"

Seeing the young man's embarrassing appearance, everyone was laughing, but the rising corners of their mouths still betrayed them.

However, the young man had no time to settle the score with these snickers, and asked again: "Which bastard was plotting against me just now? Since he dared to plot against me, why would he be a turtle? Get out of me?"
Chapter completed!