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Shit, Cerberus, these mad dogs... treating it like target practice, huh...
Li Pan coughed violently, spitting out mouthfuls of blood while gasping for air; with an effort, he pulled the knife—no, the kunai—from his shoulder and threw it away.
Surviving such wounds is indeed quite peculiar; is it because of the biological entity's thick blood at level four, or the work of a Guardian?
Man, I'm exhausted, don't want to think... just want to sleep...
No, can't sleep; if I do, I'm definitely a goner...
Make a phone call, call K, or hail a cab...
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!
Li Pan suddenly opened his eyes and saw himself sitting in a dilapidated temple.
The shrine was spotless, the altar was bare, and the whole room had nothing but a broken straw mat under his butt, not even incense.
That's when Li Pan realized and looked down at his hands and feet.
