He extinguished the cigarette and lifted Qingwu. Tarzan felt a faint pain lingering in his legs!
If he hadn't thought Qingwu was just a delicate woman at the time—someone who could barely handle a gun, let alone kill—
Tarzan wouldn't be sitting in a wheelchair now!
Touching his thigh, Tarzan could never forget the day Pei Jue led his team to wipe out the Blue Whale.
It hurt, but Tarzan didn't mind seeing someone as self-important as Doghead suffer along with him…
"The Deep Sea Singer is also here. You're going to be busy."
Doghead sneered, "Singer? Who cares? He hasn't managed to take out Fool, that stinking woman, all these years. He's probably one of those weaklings who can't resist women. Let them fight among themselves—I'll reap the benefits!"
Tarzan simply responded, "Oh, how impressive of you."
Doghead stared at the monitors in front of him, his gaze chilling.
