"What the hell are you doing!"
As He Di approached, Raymond was totally dumbfounded. And at the deepest part of the carriage, not only did Foster, who feigned sleep with his eyes lowered, grip his double-barreled shotgun tightly, but Gregory also let out a scream.
Blood pressure maxed out!
Mother, you damn mutt, why the hell are you bothering him!
The hatred pointer distance was already too close, the mystic ritual couldn't be maintained, and if He Di targeted him specifically, he had no confidence he'd be able to stop it!
If it weren't for Huai Shi burying plenty of clones and seeds underground along the way, which resulted in quite a bit of confusion, they would have been exposed the moment they entered the city.
Meanwhile, in front of the stall, the Abyss Handler with a gloomy face took a good look at the dog-headed man grinning foolishly, having the feeling he'd seen him somewhere before.
But all dog-headed men in the world seemed to look the same.
