If those who knew Yan Wugui saw this, they would surely be gobsmacked.
However, it was a pity that the number of people who knew him could be counted with one's fingers.
Before Lu Mingshu could react, she spotted something weird about the Drug Lord.
Yan Wugui's attack was just in time to make up for Lu Mingshu's weakness. The blade dropped down on the Drug Lord, slashing him.
Blood splashed everywhere, soon drowning the Drug Lord in a red fountain. And with a thud, the cauldron dropped right to the floor.
It was obvious that the Drug Lord would die. The poison had exploded in his body and was spreading everywhere. It was just a matter of time.
But that didn't mean he would give up on whatever he was planning to do.
When he knew in his heart that he could no longer live and fight, a thought flashed past his mind.
Bring them all to hell! All of them!
The mystic force bubbled up into the air, forming invisible waves.
