The one chasing after was a Wood Attribute Supreme, his face pale, looking like he was suffering from a lack of energy and vitality.
"Hmm?" Qu Jianlei furrowed his brows at the words, "Speak properly, don't force me to get physical!"
"Ha, do you think I'm afraid of you?" The man chasing laughed, then glanced left and right.
Quite a few people in the plaza had already turned their attention to the source of the commotion, two Supremes arguing—it was indeed quite thrilling.
The man snorted coldly, "If you don't want to make a fool of yourself, you'd best find a place to talk."
"Hmm," Qu Jianlei snorted too, he didn't believe he'd be the one making a fool of himself, but neither did he want others to watch them like circus clowns.
Upon arriving at the corner of a building, the man spoke, "For someone who's also a Supreme, can't you even produce a billion?"
