Pan Fengnan was still laughing when his ex-girlfriend Shen Mo poured a whole glass of whiskey in front of him, and when the liquor poured down his collar and into his collarbone - he had rehearsed this scene from the "Charity Gala" three months ago.
It wasn't until Lu Jiuye's cavalry cornered him into the demolition building and the rusty steel pipe broke his third rib that he finally stopped laughing.
The moment blood covered my eyelashes, the phone suddenly burned my hands.
[Ding—The space-time trading system is successfully bound.
If the host's vital signs are detected to be below 10%, novice protection will be triggered: Bronze-level redemption rights + 100 space-time fragments have been issued.
In his blurred vision, a translucent panel floated before his eyes.
Pan Fengnan licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and tapped "Spiritual Vision" on his fingertips - three seconds later, he stood up supporting the wall, his knuckles turning white.
"Miss Shen's charity foundation?" He wiped his face, revealing his white teeth in the blood. "The iron cage on the third floor underground contains the seventeen female college students who disappeared last month, right?"
That night, Shen Mo's private party exploded.
When Pan Fengnan used the "ancient martial arts body" exchanged by the system to smash Lu Jiuye's right-hand man into a mess in front of all the celebrities, everyone saw the "waste spiritual mineral master" who was trampled under his feet, with two balls of fire burning in his eyes.
But what really sent chills down his spine was the red umbrella tied up with paper.
Su Li was wearing a moon-white cheongsam and kneeling among the paper figurines. The gold powder on her fingertips suddenly condensed.
