Iron Tank killed Babatre while he was in a Berserk state. Even when the latter offered a golden set of equipment, nothing could shake Iron Tank's resolve to kill him.
At the same time, Mask and Lanzuo were closing in on Su Xiao at high speed. The distance between the three remained around two kilometers.
"This guy is pretty fast."
Mask was in high spirits. She had successfully locked onto Su Xiao and was now enjoying the thrill of a cat chasing a mouse. The sensation was intoxicating. Although she had no idea how strong her enemy was, that did not affect the pleasure she felt while pursuing him.
"Tell me his exact position. I'll go tie him down first."
Lanzuo slowed slightly. He couldn't track Su Xiao, so he couldn't stray too far from Mask.
"Over there."
Mask's finger circled several times. Heaven knew which direction she was pointing in. There was no way she would tell Lanzuo the enemy's exact position either. If Lanzuo tried to shake her off, she definitely wouldn't be able to keep up.
"..."
Lanzuo suppressed the urge to kill Mask. Until he avenged being made the scapegoat, he wouldn't make a move against this little Wildcat.
"F*ck."
Lanzuo suddenly swore.
"Oh my god."
Mask, who had landed on a rooftop, immediately slammed on the brakes. Almost at the same time, the two turned and charged back the way they had come.
One second, two seconds.
Boom!
A fireball erupted more than two hundred meters behind Lanzuo and Mask. If they continued pursuing, they would certainly be caught in the rapidly expanding fireball.
The fireball instantly expanded to half a kilometer. The searing heat vaporized every building within that radius.
The heat swept toward them. Mask hid behind a building in a curled-up position