"Death Manipulator? Why do I feel like it's more like a Death Overweight?"
Lin Fan stood behind the two women, unable to resist making a quip.
Their nickname sounded catchy.
But his, no matter how he heard it, sounded awkward.
But with a physique like that of a sumo wrestler.
He was indeed overweight.
"Was it you who killed my oldest disciple?"
Beitiao Jiancilang narrowed his eyes, staring at Lin Fan.
The one who had just escaped back had already recounted the events to him.
"That's right, I did in that shorty. What are you going to do about it?"
Lin Fan asked with a smile, his arms crossed.
His eyes, however, were scanning the surroundings.
He always had a feeling something wasn't right.
But he couldn't put his finger on what was off.
"Of course I want you dead, to join my disciple in death!"
Beitiao Jiancilang shouted angrily.
It was obvious that he had really lost his temper.
