"Haven't you performed enough?"
"Living Buddha?"
Zhang Fusheng's voice echoed on the shattered, deserted long street.
Living Buddha??
Zheng Yaoyang felt a tremor in his heart and instinctively looked towards the simple-minded young boy who was being firmly suppressed by his Qi Blood Palm Seal.
The expression of extreme sorrow from witnessing the death of his junior sister, on the latter's face, had vanished at some unknown time.
"Living Buddha?" Niu Dali said lightly, "Interesting, Living Buddha... you can indeed call me that."
"But, how do you know about the Living Buddha?"
Chen Nuanyu widened her eyes, Living Buddha?
The Living Buddha mentioned by the second seat??
Zhang Fusheng did not answer, staring intently at Niu Dali, sensing the still functional surveillance cameras around slowly turn off one by one.
Once all the surveillance cameras were off.
Niu Dali laughed heartily:
"Little junior brother, as you would say, the farce... ends here."
