Lord Bizarro’s face darkened when he heard Philip’s words.

His eyes narrowed, and a dangerous aura permeated the surroundings.

“Young man, do you know who you’re talking to?” “Well…

One of the two pseudo holy beings in the ancient ruin, the actual person in charge of Bizarre Bazaar, Lord Bizarro,” Philip said calmly.

Lord Bizarro was furious and smacked the table.

The teacups flew up and landed back on the table with a loud clatter.

“Since you know you’re talking to me, how dare you behave so rudely?!” Philip glanced at Lord Bizarro and said leisurely, “Lord Bizarro, you don’t have to intimidate me…