"You're Su Ye, not Su Xiangdong!"
The dock worker stared hard at Su Xiangdong—or rather, at Su Ye disguised as Su Xiangdong. Surprise and understanding mingled in his eyes.
"Of course. You'd never let your father put himself in danger. I thought you'd protect him from the shadows, but you disguised yourself as him instead... So you can do that too."
What a pity.
He hadn't known Su Ye could disguise himself as someone else. He'd thought he could kill Su Ye's father and make him feel the pain of losing family.
Instead, the person he'd attacked was Su Ye himself.
"There's plenty you don't know, Bill Stewart... Come out!"
Su Ye gripped the dagger in one hand and slammed his other palm into the guard's chest.
The guard's entire body swelled, growing larger and larger like an inflating balloon.
Then it reached its limit.
Bang!
It burst apart.
Amid the torn flesh, another person emerged from inside the guard.
He was a slightly short middle-aged man.
He had short blond hair and a scar beside his eye.
His lips were pressed tight, his expression stern.
He looked exactly like the projection of Bill Stewart that had appeared three days ago.
"Even a Feng Ying Super War God sneaks around like this? You hid inside a worker and got an innocent man of Dong Huang killed. Bill Stewart, you deserve to die!"
"He was only an ordinary man. So what if he died? Ability Users who've just awakened can kill without being held responsible, let alone a Feng Ying War God like me."
Bill Stewart spoke coldly.
"Once I've killed you, I'll compensate this body's family. They'll even thank me for it."
Money was the least valuable thing to a Super High-tier Martial Artist.
Kill a High-Tier Star Beast and