Watching the man with the surgical knife who had tortured him explode into a corpse, Mei Jueye felt as refreshed as drinking iced beer in the midsummer heat, and could not help but laugh triumphantly. However, because he laughed too hard, he coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood. Seeing two other Conquerors stand up and point their guns at him, he was already prepared to die. But to his surprise, their heads suddenly exploded.
Mei Jueye was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing again.
"Haha! I knew I wasn't going to die just yet. The saying goes: disaster can last a millennium. That's right, I'll be a disaster!" Mei Jueye was all in. He was crawling back to pick up the spoils of war. He didn't know who had killed the Indian Asan, but what did it matter? His life had already been saved from the brink of death several times. Being a high school student, he wasn't afraid to lose it again.
