"What a pity, my masterpiece was almost complete."
Dolly sighed with regret.
"But killing you and continuing later is not too late."
"Dolly..."
Chen Lun looked at the brown-haired youth, thinking that his guess wasn't wrong.
The adopted son of Viscount Pompey, Vigrey, was indeed Dolly. How he turned into an ugly, fat man in the next two years was no longer important.
"How rare, a Transcendent of the Destiny Faction, yet only a Sequence Nine... Today, you're dead for sure!"
The masked man Crow spoke in a cold voice.
"Don't act yet, I want to play with him... I must return the favor from that night."
Dolly flexed his five fingers.
The very next second, his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Chen Lun, his palm heading straight for him.
Dolly's strength and Agility were well-balanced, Chen Lun estimated both around 30 points; he could only compete with his strength, far behind in agility.
