Michael's smile froze, and his look became grim. He was no longer confident that everything was under control.
Just now…
… the overwhelming scent of Shawn disappeared, and a filthy evil energy took place. Even a fool would know what had happened.
Shawn was dead. Dead!
"Ha ha."
Seven's crisp smile came from inside the carriage. It was emotionless, as if he was just delighted by an interesting movie.
Fatty looked at Seven with respect. That was the greatest bluffing, so natural, not pretentious at all.
"Su Bai's coming over soon, right?" Fatty murmured.
Gyatso kept his eyes closed as if he was napping. He was the most injured among them all and was in desperate need of rest. After all, he had taken care of an armored genie by himself, his legs were pierced by a spear, his only arm was broken and he was suffering from internal injuries as well. However, he was at ease. Seven was sober and handling the situation, and Su Bai would soon join them; there was no need to worry.
