Yesterday, the Black Tower, who fled in panic, gathered a few people and came back to kill once again.
"Such audacity, still dare to come and court death!"
After dealing with the captured dumb deer, He Hongtian originally intended to quickly process the hide, when his outwardly projected spiritual power sensed a tinge of danger.
He slowly stood up, both hands stained with fresh blood, holding a surgical knife that was both delicate and ominously gleaming.
At this moment, four or five burly men were steadily approaching, led by a man as solid and black as an iron tower.
Black Tower:...Damn it, I didn't want to come either, but the patrons in the livestream strongly demanded it.
Black Tower also wanted rewards and needed fans' support. Moreover, the panic of retreating yesterday, though wise, was unsettling to him.
Last night, he found a few "companions" and emphasized the abundance of supplies that Doctor He had—the so-called nonsense—
