Looking at the face in front of him, Tang San felt a strange sense of unease. A wave of revulsion rose in his heart—after all, Bibi Dong had once killed him midway through.
Now, seeing someone with a face three parts like Bibi Dong's, Tang San got goosebumps without meaning to.
Tang San: Later, when I saw someone three parts like you, I lost my nerve.
But after studying the face more closely, he recognized it. It seemed a little like Zhou Weiqing's. He immediately asked in confusion, "Zhou Weiqing? Is that you?"
When the other man realized he'd been recognized, a strange smile appeared on his face. Seeing it made Tang San shudder all over; he had a feeling something was wrong.
"You still remember me. That makes things easy, Tang San..."
Hearing him admit it, Tang San finally relaxed. At the same time, he silently sentenced the man to the Way of Certain Death.
You bastard, Zhou Weiqing! How dare you treat me like this! You've chosen the Way of Certain Death!
He clearly remembered how the other man had left him behind back then, making him land right on his butt. It had almost hurt him into unconsciousness.
On top of that, Zhou Weiqing's face made him physically uncomfortable, and he couldn't help wondering what was wrong with the man. He couldn't possibly let someone like this live. Was he supposed to keep him around just to offend the eye?
As Tang San wondered how to make a comeback and then kill Zhou Weiqing, Zhou Weiqing suddenly clenched his right hand. A purplish-black whip appeared in it.
The next second, he raised the whip high and lashed it down hard while Tang San stared at him in a daze.
Crack!
"Ahhh!!!"
A sharp crack rang through the