The fat rabbit in Chu Han's hand had a panic-stricken expression on its face, but miraculously, there was no bullet wound on its white fur.
The bullet had disappeared!
"Wangcai?" The man paled. He couldn't believe his eyes.
"Yes, Wangcai." Chu Han nodded like it was something normal. Then, he threw the poor Wangcai behind him and lifted the Shura axe.
Suddenly, he jumped in the air and pointed the axe's sharp edge at that man. Startled by the axe's lightning speed, the man stumbled and fell off the roof.
"You're lucky the bullet didn't hit me, so I won't kill you." Chu Han disregarded the man and said casually.
'Cough!'
"Sh*t! Sh*t!" Wangcai cursed. It spat out some dirt from its mouth and then said angrily, "You threw me again!"
"Keep moving!" Chu Han didn't look back and kept walking.
"F*ck you! I am not done with you!"
"You can give it a try."
A man and a fat rabbit argued ceaselessly.
