"Bro, no need to say more!" Mr. Hundson blinked, sweat dripping down his chin incessantly. "I get it! I understand!"
"Good, I prefer smart people."
Julius Reed sheathed the Sword of Hell, looking indifferently at Mr. Hundson: "If you try any tricks, I'll definitely kill you. Let's go, don't waste time."
"Okay!"
In the face of danger, survival is Mr. Hundson's top priority.
No one isn't afraid to die.
The higher you stand, the less willing you are to perish.
"Mr. Hundson!"
Not far away, the disciples of the Unbeatable Divine Hall began to swarm around them.
The burly men, each holding a long knife, eyed the two of them aggressively.
"Release our big brother!"
Someone voiced out sharply.
"Scram! All of you, scram!" Mr. Hundson was startled, these fools, were they trying to push him onto the path of death?
"How have I taught you on normal days? Now scram!" He waved his hands hastily, the burly men reluctantly retreated but continued to maintain distance from the two.
