"Finally willing to come out?"
Chang Hu stepped over the corpse at his feet and looked up towards the direction of the duplex apartment building.
This outdoor stall was littered with overturned tables and chairs; the diners had long since fled.
After all, facing two Death Fighters with Golden Abilities still inevitably requires the power of parasitic creatures.
Even without parasitic creatures appearing, just the display of their supernatural abilities was enough to scare most of the diners sober and send them fleeing in panic.
Of course, in a situation like this, someone would definitely call the police.
The police must be on their way now.
Chang Hu's left hand opened a grotesque gash that seemed bloody, yet not a single drop of blood flowed out.
He grinned: "When the police arrive and see Smiling Face nearby, how grateful they'll be to me?"
Ever since Lv Bai used the official power of the Death Arena to drive him away, he's been plotting to retaliate in the same way.
