C238 Mr Iron Head's Golden Bell Shield

"You, you..." Lee snarled, his face twisted with rage.

Chiang Rou could almost smell the scent of the pancakes Lee had eaten the night before as she stared into his menacing face. Despite her usual composure, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear.

Zhang Yang shook his head, recognizing that Lee had completely lost his composure. He might look intimidating