Yang Zhen grabbed the cat's tail, pulled off Lu Baichi's storage ring, and headed towards the street without uttering a word. As he walked away, everyone he passed instinctively parted to make a path.
No one expected Yang Zhen to kill so decisively, without any hesitation. His lethal, ruthless action was worthy of an executioner, crushing Lu Baichi's head with a single hammer blow.
Who would dare mess with Yang Zhen now?
Yang Zhen left toward the crowd, his expression dumbfounded. The cat he dragged by the tail kept yowling and meowing, its claws scratching the ground and leaving traces everywhere.
"Kid, let go! If you're so eager to die, don't drag me into it. It's over now. You killed Lu Baichi with one blow. You're finished. If those old bastards come, they'll slap you dead!"
The cat kept crying, scratching the ground with a shrill voice, "Let go, dammit! There's something I need to take care of. Once I've sorted it out, I'll see you in ten or eight years!"
