However, even so, Flower Butterfly wasn't worried in the least. Who was he after all? Those mere mortals were hardly a match for him. To him, they were but a swarm of ants, easily crushed to death in handfuls. Thus, he sat there waiting for those fools to come to him, planning to dispose of them first, and then to thoroughly enjoy Zhou Li's beautiful body.
At the thought, Flower Butterfly couldn't help but swallow his saliva, eyes fixed intently on the unconscious Zhou Li on the ground, almost trying to strip her with his gaze, ready to carry out his lustful execution on the spot.
After a little while, Flower Butterfly still detected no sign of an intrusion. Could it be that those self-proclaimed champions of justice only dared to utter empty bravado and were too cowardly to come up the mountain and trouble him? Otherwise, why hadn't a single person shown up after so long?
