But... what Mu Chen took startled the short, stout man. His eyes immediately turned bloodshot, and he erupted, lunging at Mu Chen like a frenzied leopard.
Never mind that the short, stout man had lost an arm, costing him at least thirty percent of his combat strength. Even at his peak, Mu Chen wouldn't have given him a second glance.
Seeing the short, stout man lunge at him, Mu Chen was momentarily taken aback before shaking his head in resignation. His figure flickered and vanished, reappearing an instant later beside Mu Bingling and Ye Shuangshuang.
PFFT...
The short, stout man's lunge met nothing but air. The sudden exertion sent a fresh wave of throbbing pain through the stump of his arm, which had only just begun to ease. Droplets of blood trickled from the wound, a stark contrast to his pale face.
"Damn it! Give me back the Storage Ring!!"
