He's different!
Lu Ban hastily dodged to the side, and the hammer only hit the wall, raising a small cloud of dust.
The director's movements were nothing like those of a dead person, fast, and he raised the scalpel again, the sharp blade attempting to slice into Lu Ban's flesh.
At this point, Lu Ban showed no mercy. He raised one hand, firing a Speech Bullet from his silver revolver into the director's brain, infusing it with the murmurs of that great existence.
Meanwhile, facing Director Zhao Gongping, who was momentarily stunned, Lu Ban swung his crowbar and smashed half of his head into a bloody, indistinct mess.
Lu Ban then noticed that what splashed out of the director's brain wasn't blood but some kind of gray, viscous liquid.
It was concrete!
The director stopped moving due to losing half of his head, fell to his knees, and soon lay motionless.
