"I hate being together with trash the most!" Tang Zhong said with a smile.
Giger's face turned ugly as soon as he heard those words.
Now he realized, Tang Zhong was simply playing him: "You dare to toy with me!"
"Indeed!" Tang Zhong walked forward, laughing as he spoke.
"Damn it!" Giger roared, "Don't think I'm afraid of you; I just saw that you still have some use, so I didn't kill you yet. But if you insist on seeking death, I won't be polite anymore!"
"I didn't say you should be polite." Tang Zhong grinned.
"Alright... fine, you've got guts!" Giger said.
He waved his hand, and the long-haired strongman who could transform his hands into blades walked in, his clown-like face looked exceptionally fierce.
In an instant, he blocked Tang Zhong's path and began walking forward step by step, only to see his hands transforming into blades.
"Lord Giger, let me kill him!"
