"Hiss!"
His face contorted instantly.
Intense pain almost made his nerves explode, a pain piercing through the flesh, just like the last time the pale flames scorched him.
Ghost Hand leapt off the tentacle, making a fist-bumping gesture.
Liu Zheng immediately understood, coiling up the tentacle to cover the wound.
Ghost Hand nodded its "head," then made a waving gesture.
He guessed that this meant he should throw out the golden liquid if he encountered any trouble.
Ghost Hand quickly left, and Liu Zheng followed closely behind.
He directly placed the food into the delivery box, saw there were no issues, and immediately rushed into the passageway.
Upon exiting the passageway, a white Chevrolet Malibu XL535 was indeed parked outside.
Liu Zheng climbed into the driver's seat, ignited the engine, and started off.
At this moment, he was grateful for his four tentacles; otherwise, control would have been somewhat troublesome.
