His figure suddenly paused, and then he turned directly into a cloud of dust, vanishing into ashes before everyone's eyes.
A short and portly old man with a red face slowly walked out from the opened door, the sturdy muscles beneath his Zhongshan suit making it bulge.
The aura emanating from him was like an abyss, instantly calming the previously restless resistance members.
"You are scared by such a mere arrogant scoundrel, truly useless."
The old man's voice was like a ringing bell, wrapped in an earthy yellow fighting spirit, scolding everyone indiscriminately.
With eyes like electricity, he precisely locked onto the branch elder hiding within the crowd, revealing clear disdain and contempt.
That branch elder, with extremely thick skin, shrank his neck amidst the crowd, trying to minimize his presence, acting like a coward.
Being looked down upon, so what?
I don't care.
As long as I live.
"Hmph! Shameful waste!"
