"Clang!"
A crisp sound rang out as the silver-white blade broke into two pieces, falling to the ground.
Su Lin snapped back to reality, not having time to ponder the mysterious state earlier, he dashed forward and snatched the still-smoking rifle from Hou Yong's hands.
For the first time in his life, he was no longer numb, but what he gained was utter despair and the coldness of reality.
The shocked patrol members viciously pinned the disspirited Hou Yong to the ground, drenched in cold sweat.
"You idiot! Did you get your brain caught in a door?!"
An enraged team member raised a foot and kicked him hard.
Su Lin watched coldly, not intervening.
Did Hou Yong not deserve that kick? This sudden madness nearly caused a disaster!
As he glanced at the surrounding crowd, seeing their surprised, shocked, and probing gazes, Su Lin felt a headache coming on.
Now, how to... explain?
His gaze shifted to the pair of visitors from Black Scale Village, one fat and one thin.
