The Chairman of the Truth Society almost fainted from anger.
He had been battling the Genetic Primordial for two or three decades now, and although he had suffered some minor losses during this time, he had never been played by the Genetic Primordial like this before.
He could have borne it if he hadn't released the news, but before this, he had already been boasting far and wide that Bai Fu was dead, only for Bai Fu to pop up and slap his face while he was still making the announcement.
If cursing someone in effigy worked, the Chairman would have wished he could turn Bai Fu and the Genetic Primordial into porcupines with needles!
Bai Fu and the Genetic Primordial's move was like suddenly smearing a handful of Oreo cream on the opponent's face during a life-or-death brawl.
It's true there wasn't much physical damage, but it was damn disgusting, the kind of disgusting that would last a lifetime.
"Damn it!"
The Chairman was burning with rage.
