The instant he saw the fish, the skin stripper's expression changed completely. He stepped into the shallows and grabbed the fishing line, weighing the catch in his hand. "Would you look at that? Over half a pound! I've been here nearly half a month and haven't caught a fish this big!"
Watching the skin stripper switch expressions and personalities without missing a beat, Yang Can was filled with uncertainty. He was still debating whether to leave the Dungeon when Xu Huo suddenly stood up and pointed toward the Factory. "There's a fire over there!"
The skin stripper leaped out of the river and charged toward Yang Can like a lumbering hill. He grabbed Yang Can by the head, slapped him twice, then dragged him back. "I'm going to butcher those little bastards today!"
The skin stripper's five fingers seemed to dig right into Yang Can's head. Yang Can couldn't resist at all and could only let himself be dragged back to the Factory.
The three of them entered through the front door. Seeing that the Fur Room was unharmed, and smoke billowing from the Pigsty while people shouted about putting out the fire, the skin stripper grabbed an empty bucket and rushed into the Workshop!
"Crash!" He had barely stepped inside when he fell flat on his back. A flying rope shot in from the side, coiled around his ankle, and hoisted him up to the beam!
Yang Can recognized the whip as Qin An's item and realized they had made their move. He dashed into the Workshop, a slender, three-meter-long white bone appearing in his hand. One edge had been sharpened into a blade, and it whistled toward the skin stripper's neck!
But the skin stripper wasn't decapitated as Yang Can had expected. Hanging upside down, he raised an