After taking out Xiao Ding, Old Jian, and Guan Zi in succession, Liu Zai Lai's confidence swelled without limit. In that moment, he was practically drunk on his own greatness, convinced he was incredibly capable. He even thought that if he switched places with Xie Chun—if he were the plantation owner—he could get this whole group working together just as well, or even better and more impressively than Xie Chun.
Wasn't Xiao Ding arrogant? How was he doing now? Wasn't he buried in a pit like a dead dog? And Old Jian—wasn't he supposed to be cunning and experienced? Now wasn't he just another corpse in a pit?
Guan Zi? Guan Zi had hidden himself well. Liu Zai Lai had always thought he was an honest man, never realizing he was playing the fool to catch the tiger. But what did it matter now?
He'd been shot twice, once in the leg and once in the arm. How could Guan Zi show off that speed he was so proud of now? With any speed-based talent, coordination of the limbs was crucial. Once his limbs were injured, that coordination would be disrupted.
Without his speed, Guan Zi was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He might not be completely finished yet, but he was as good as dead.
Liu Zai Lai hacked through the bushes and thorns, continuing to taunt him. "Guan Zi, do you want a quick death, or would you rather suffer before you die? Do you want me to make it quick..."
At that, Liu Zai Lai suddenly grinned. "Hahaha, Xiao Guan, you look so much like a dog right now."
As the bushes parted, Guan Zi came into view among the thorns. He was curled up on his side, lying in the brambles, his body trembling slightly.