Su Tu looked at the shopkeeper again, his eyes carrying a hint of coldness. This person deserved to die, but just death would be too cheap for him.
For example... using one's own methods against them.
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Crash!!
The torrential rain poured down, and the Celestial City Star hadn't experienced such an exaggerated downpour for decades. The continuous rain spread like a mist, blurring the boundaries between heaven and earth.
At the back hill of the City Box District.
A man wearing a raincoat hurriedly approached, carrying a black waterproof woven bag.
He arrived in front of a hill, pulled out a smoking pipe, and casually tapped it in mid-air.
Before long, a transparent "door" appeared on the once empty hill. The man cautiously looked around and then quickly stepped inside.
Within the door, there was a titanium alloy corridor, where countless neon lights crisscrossed in front, starkly contrasting the desolate hill outside.
