Tan Wenbin: "Run Sheng."
Ling Fengzi: "No need to trouble you all, I can go by myself..."
"Bang!"
Run Sheng's shovel smashed down on the unsuspecting head of Ling Fengzi.
Ling Fengzi's head exploded like a watermelon.
Run Sheng's energy gates opened up, blowing all the sticky red and white mess that should have splattered everywhere toward the opposite direction, so as not to soil his companions.
The headless body stood still for a while before falling backward.
Run Sheng: "So much trouble."
Some people, even if they are opponents, can still be shown final respect.
But clearly, Ling Fengzi wasn't one of those.
Often, the former leave gracefully, while the latter, like Ling Fengzi, have no end of trouble.
Tan Wenbin: "Ah You, go through his sleeves and see what he has inside. Run Sheng, go inside and take a look."
With Tan Wenbin present, Li Zhiyuan could afford to say much less.
