Crash.
Li Yiming and Casar brushed off the shattered glass on their bodies and climbed out through the broken shop window.
They glanced over at Shao Zifeng from afar before chasing after Hu Shiwu.
Hiss—
Drops of molten iron fell onto the floor tiles, raising a wisp of white smoke.
Floyd, with a twisted face and eyes burning like those of a demon, shivered all over.
His brain was racing, recalling the crash course their teacher had given them before departure. He now intensely regretted not paying attention during the class.
More and more spectators gathered in the distance, eroding Shao Zifeng's patience. His other hand flashed out like lightning, grabbing Floyd's intact arm.
"Since you won't talk, then let's do away with all of it."
