The fighting in the mall was in full swing. With Little Cow and Horse serving as the tank, Ji Liu's damage output grew even more ferocious, horns blaring and laughter ringing without end. Yet on the other end of the radio, Ji Jue repeatedly started to speak, only to stop himself...
No, how had you two bros gotten together like this?
That fast?
All he could say was that life was truly strange. You really don't know when you'd end up making the most absurd friends.
If the setting had been different and time had allowed, Ji Liu would have practically thrown an arm around Little Cow and Horse's shoulders.
They were already arranging a day to go get some health treatments together.
No, wake up, Little Cow and Horse. He meant health treatments, not a deep-cleaning and descaling package... There won't be any engine maintenance! They won't change your oil either!
Ji Jue sighed and couldn't help wanting to cover his face.
Such a good kid, someone who used to think about white cut chicken every day—how had he fallen so fast after entering society? The Horde was ruining people!
He reached out, took another bullet from Lou Feng's hand, and loaded it into the chamber.
The pitch-black bullet radiated an eerie chill. Merely holding it made waves of cold seep into his hand. In less than a few seconds, under the permeation of Spirit Essence Shaping, the bullet had been endowed with terrifying lethality.
"How did you do that?" Ji Jue asked curiously.
"Workshop secret. No comment." Lou Feng wore his habitual deadpan expression, keeping his guard up.
"Hm?"
At Lou Feng's words, Ji Jue's movements paused slightly on instinct. Non-Aggression emerged in an instant, and the Spirit Essence fluctuations of Disintegration Art spread through it, reading the