Fan Molun stared blankly at Lin Kuang, as if he couldn't believe he was dying like this. But the fact had been established; he was well and truly dead.
Lin Kuang ignored Fan Molun's dying gaze and swiftly pulled Nameless from his heart.
Tavern's expression turned grim, his eyes filled with apprehension.
He, Fan Molun, and the four men in black hadn't been a match for Lin Kuang. Now that he was the only one left, what chance of victory did he have? The answer was, of course, none. Although he wanted to kill Lin Kuang, he wanted to live even more. After all, survival was what mattered most!
With this thought, Tavern dug his feet in and shot off at high speed, sprinting wildly in an attempt to flee.
However, Lin Kuang had no intention of letting him escape. Since you've come all this way, why be in such a hurry to leave?
