"Damn it!"
Lin Bao was beside himself with rage. "Who was it? Who the hell did this? Who stole my Blood-Red Fruits? You son of a bitch, are you looking to die? I asked you, are you looking to die?!"
He was furious beyond belief, as if hundreds of volcanoes had erupted inside him. His face flushed red, and even smoke seemed to be coming out of his head. That showed just how angry he was.
To get these three Blood-Red Fruits, he had spent his entire fortune, paid a huge sum for a large quantity of weapons, and gathered countless brothers to come to Beast Island. He had no idea how much he had sacrificed.
Now the money was gone, all the bombs were used up, and more than half his companions had been killed or injured. Yet someone had dared to steal the Blood-Red Fruits right in front of him. If that wasn't a declaration of war, what was?!
Bang!
At that very moment, a figure appeared atop the small peak. He reached out and grabbed the disc-shaped stone. "Nail-Head Seven Arrows Art, second move: Deadly Spiral!"
With a crack, the disc-shaped stone shattered, and the three Blood-Red Fruits fell into his hands.
"It's Xia Ping!"
Han Shan and the others had eyes as sharp as eagles. They spotted the figure atop the small peak at once. It was none other than Xia Ping. They would recognize that bastard even if he were reduced to ashes.
"No way. Xia Ping actually got the Blood-Red Fruits? You've got to be kidding." The captured students' eyes turned green with envy. They were so jealous that they could barely keep their composure.
They had it so bad. They'd been captured by these bandits, tortured, and tormented, never knowing if they'd live