If he could curse, the faceless man would curse Bu Fang a thousand times. He could not accept this. His fingers were almost touching the dish when Bu Fang appeared out of nowhere and took it away. Did he think this was funny?
The faceless man had withstood the great pressure to get this close. At this moment, he felt as if all the blood in him was flowing backward. He staggered, then the mighty force knocked him back and threw him to the distance.
Bu Fang, holding the dish, was slightly taken aback. Looking at the faceless man, who was flying backward away from the coffin, he smacked his lips. "I'm just going to take a look… and I'll return it to you when I'm done. Why are you so impatient?"
He shook his head and rested his gaze on the dish. From a distance, he could not make out what the dish on the coffin was. Now that he was so close, he could finally have a clear look at it. It was a simple bowl of Egg-Fried Rice.
