As he spoke, he couldn't help sticking out his tongue to lick his lips, while staring intently deep into the eyes of Wolf, the leader.
After finishing his enticing words, a hint of movement indeed flashed in the other's eyes, but it lasted only a moment before being suppressed by reason.
Wolf exchanged a glance with the two beside him, and then shook his head.
"There's no need to stir up unnecessary trouble."
"The strength of the Red Dragon Team leader is not as simple as you imagine."
Upon hearing his proposal being rejected, Fisher's face darkened.
"Wolf, you are too weak."
"That's just a Level 7 Caster, while our overall strength, Gray Wolf's Fang, is much stronger than the Red Dragon Team..."
"With the opponent's speed of strength progression, if we miss this opportunity, we will definitely regret it."
Listening to Fisher, who still wanted to persuade, Wolf felt somewhat impatient.
"Let's not bring this up again."
