Song Siming's gaze turned sinister as he sneered coldly:
"Do I look like I'm joking with you?"
Shi Bashi curled his lip.
"So you don't even know your enemy's name. How can you be sure that the person impersonating 'Rasekton' is the one you're looking for?"
"Aren't you afraid you've got the wrong person?"
"I have my own way of judging. You needn't waste your concern on such trivial matters," Song Siming cut him off forcefully.
"More importantly, do you want revenge or not?"
Shi Bashi swung his legs off the bed, his tone indifferent.
"Of course I do."
"So what's your plan?"
"First, figure out the name of our common enemy?"
Song Siming: "..."
"Do you think I don't dare kill you? Or do you think I can't do this without you?"
Shi Bashi raised a finger and scratched his cheek.
"Probably the latter?"
"After all, I'm the heir of the head of the Tempest Domain Slave Group!"
"The owner of the Diamond Rank talent [Granite Armor]!"
"A business tycoon controlling Palu population trading across hundreds of thousands of planets!"
"Without me, you definitely can't—"
Before he could finish, Song Siming's hand had already clamped around Shi Bashi's throat!
Yet the faint strength coming from it made the terror that had just appeared on Shi Bashi's face swiftly turn to confusion.
Then it all became mockery.
"Sure enough... you can only unleash your full strength inside the Abyss Tower."
"Outside, you're weaker than a child."
"You want to kill me with this little strength? It's not even enough to scratch my itch... ngh!"
His nonstop chatter came to an abrupt halt.
Like a duck with its neck wrung, Shi Bashi's face gradually flushed red from lack of oxygen, then slowly turned purple.
The mocking smile successfully moved from the