But if it wasn't Yang Xinchuan, then who could it be? Bu Laojin? Impossible. Bu Laojin might be carefree and rough around the edges, but he wasn't that bold. By now, the Wheel of Fate had already killed so many people. If he were caught by the police, escaping execution would be difficult.
The lean man frowned and could not help letting out a soft sigh. A sharp dagger in his hand continuously flipped and spun casually across his palm.
With the emergence of new weapons, obsolete grenade models were easy to get hold of on the underground market.
Lu Bu unceremoniously tossed fistful after fistful of lamb rolls into the pot. The crimson-tinted broth had not yet come to a boil, and now it became even calmer. He did not care, directly picking up the still half-raw slices of meat Mina had put in earlier, dipping them casually in sesame paste, and eating them.
The instant the Mourning Bell rang, Gao Yang's expression changed as he looked at Zhang Linglong beside him.
Yang Xudong did not avoid her gaze. It was as though he had not seen the sharpness in her eyes at all, remaining calm and expressionless.
The flames around An'an instantly shrank back, leaving only a layer wrapped around her body. Terrified, she turned and ran.
The Peacock Dynasty's final contestant was Yama, known as the "God of Death." Relying on Yama's terrifying ability, Eye of Death, he had forcibly pulled back a round for the Peacock Dynasty in his battle against a water-element powerhouse.
What was more, at this moment, he had not even considered the slightest possibility that Ma Shanglong could defeat Lin Jie.
Although Fenrir could not understand what she was saying because of its berserk state, that loving expression allowed it to understand.