The crowd parted.
A Death Guard leader wearing a gold mask, with a treasured blade hanging at his waist, strode forward with a murderous aura.
"You two have some nerve, daring to run wild on my turf!" the Golden Leader said with a dark face.
"Are you a pig?" Zhang Xiaohao retorted.
"What, you know Mr. Pig?" the Golden Leader arrogantly said.
"Don't know him!" Zhang Xiaohao shook his head.
"Then what do you mean?" the Golden Leader asked, clearly annoyed.
"I haven't eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run! Could it be that you're referring to yourself as the pig?" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Damn! Kid, you dare to mock me, you're looking for death!" the Golden Leader said furiously.
"Just with you, this pig?" Zhang Xiaohao retorted.
"Ah! Brat, I warn you, I am not a pig! Pig is just my surname," the Golden Leader roared in anger.
"I know you're not a pig!" Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.
"Hmph! At least you know that much," the Golden Leader said smugly.
