After all, Li Erpang couldn't forget, for quite some time, the fear that ruled him in Gotham City that night, the fear of the damp stick.
"Dammit! Old Pan! Show-off bastard! Is that you?"
Damned Old Pan?
Little Pan Zheng slowly typed out a question mark.
Show-off bastard?
Is he talking about Old Pan?
Li Changge also typed out a question mark.
Before long.
After Li Erpang and Old Pan exchanged glances and recognized each other, the four of them who had been chased all day gathered again at the base of Goddess Tower.
And the two groups of Angel Envoys converged opposite them.
In front of Li Erpang and his group, a dense crowd of masked figures had gathered.
At a glance, those dozens of strange heads looked like demons in the night, grotesque enough to make one's scalp tingle.
From this, one could deduce just how frightening the number of Angel Envoys gathered in Haiting City was due to "Zhang Huichun" and the "Ownerless Spirit Weapon."
