Chapter 1640: The strong never complain about their environment
"Gambling dogs have no future."
Carson Flores looked at Luis Heath, calmly replied, "I think what he said is very true."
Luis Heath’s gaze turned back to Evan Foster’s face: "He’s not your man?"
Evan Foster laughed, "He’s not a disciple of the Treasure Path Sect, but he’s my friend. I advise you not to stir up trouble, or we don’t need to wait for the fight; we can start now."
Luis Heath snorted coldly, "This is the Northern Mystic Sect, not the Treasure Path Sect. It’s not your place to act wild."
Evan Foster said lazily, "Less nonsense, talking is tiring for this young master, especially with someone like you, it greatly affects my mood and thus my health... Just say it directly, when do we fight? I’ve even sent someone to your door. You’re third, I’m seventh, don’t tell me you don’t dare."
"Don’t dare?"
Luis Heath laughed wildly, "When have I ever been afraid to fight? Even a Golden Immortal I dare to smack, let alone a sickly ghost like you, I’m just afraid one punch will kill you."
Evan Foster ignored Luis Heath’s arrogance, speaking languidly as if basking in the warm sunshine of a spring noon, feeling unable to muster any energy, "Time, place."
Luis Heath’s eyes revealed a fierce look, "Three days later, back mountain, Five Fight Valley."