The police and ambulance had arrived.
Of course, it did not matter if the ambulance came or not.
Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang squatted on the opposite side of the road, surrounded by onlookers.
Xu Qinglang had yet to recover from what had just happened. His hands were still shaking. He was not afraid of ghosts, and he had seen ghosts often. However, there were many things that could not be measured purely by fear. It was whether the image back then had truly stimulated him.
To Xu Qinglang, who had been savoring the taste of his competitor, the sudden change in style was really exciting.
"This is too scary."
After a while, Xu Qinglang finally came back to his senses. He lit a cigarette and asked,
"Can this fan really cut off a person's head?"
Zhou Ze shook his head. "Theoretically, it's impossible. At most, it'll be cut."
"Then this time, it's beyond the theoretical range?"
