The mayor of their country's second-largest city, Los Angeles, was so frightened by a single glance that he fell over. This was an embarrassment on an international scale.
Many citizens of the Beautiful Country felt a burning shame on their cheeks, thinking it was incredibly disgraceful.
"You, you, you..."
Franco had already stood up at this moment, glaring at Miao Lun with intense anger.
But Miao Lun's words earlier were like a sharp sword pressing against his throat; he didn't dare to bet on whether the other would make a move here.
If the other side did act, he'd be torn apart by Miao Lun. No matter how much power he had, it was too far to save him in time.
"Just you wait."
Franco took a deep breath, swallowing the curse words in his throat, glaring viciously at Miao Lun, making a mental note that he would make sure Miao Lun wouldn't be laughing tomorrow.
"Not seeing you off."
