On the street where the 'Peninsula' arcade was located, a mountain of flesh like a roly-poly was repeatedly knocked down by roaming sword-light, then climbed back up, only to be knocked down again.
Qing Lian temporarily held back from joining the fight. Hearing Luo Yan's words, she said irritably, "Since when did our unit of measurement become 'head'? They're not pigs or dogs."
"Forget it. I don't have time to argue with you now."
"Twin-tailed girl, go help the Law-Eyed kid. Leave this fatty to us."
"Listen. Don't try to kill them. As long as you force them to reveal their 'Ghost Person Stance,' the 'Primordial Tent' will kill them."
"They shouldn't have descended into the Mortal World long ago. They probably haven't found a way to deal with the 'Primordial Tent' yet. So we don't need to kill them ourselves. We just have to force them into a dead end."
Luo Yan's voice came through the communicator in their ears. "All right, we'll do as you say."
Qing Lian added, "Also, let me remind you of something."
"I heard Hong Zhuang mention before that the most troublesome member of the 'Three Filth Assembly' was 'Tāngòu' Shatuo—in other words, this very fatty in front of us."
Luo Yan asked, "Why did she say that?"
Qing Lian shook her head. "I don't know. Hong Zhuang didn't explain. At the time, I was focused on getting away from her and didn't feel like looking into it."
"In any case, just be careful around this fatty."
After ending the communication, Qing Lian walked toward Shatuo, calling out as she went, "Fatty, look over here."
She waved her hand.
Shatuo's fat, foolish figure turned around. The fatty looked at Qing Lian, then suddenly sniffed. "So fragrant. I really want to eat you."
Qing Lian