Fang Cheng's "Guess" sent Hiya Kyohei's blood pressure soaring. His eyes turned bloodshot.
He was a mentally unstable man who couldn't take any more stress, yet ever since Fang Cheng showed up, every single thing he said had been designed to provoke him.
It was even more shocking than coming home from a business trip to find your husband naked in bed with the neighbor, Old Wang.
Otu, standing nearby, was much calmer. He saw right through Fang Cheng's ploy. "He's stalling. Kill him!"
As he spoke, he raised his thick leg and stomped hard on the floor.
Boom!
A tremendous crash rang out.
A violent tremor spread straight ahead.
The sturdy floor fractured under Otu's stomp, the cracks rapidly racing toward Fang Cheng.
Fang Cheng jumped on the spot and shot a spike into the ceiling, suspending himself in midair.
The rumbling continued without pause. The floor all around them collapsed into the story below in a chain reaction, but the destruction stopped before it reached the study, leaving the room untouched.
When Hiya Kyohei saw Fang Cheng dangling in the air, he immediately formed two giant bats out of blood. They beat their wings and flew toward him.
Holding a blood rope in one hand, Fang Cheng raised the Vulcan Gatling with the other and opened fire on the approaching bats.
The steel-needle bullets didn't make the same racket as a real Gatling gun, but the whizzing sound they made at high speed was still intimidating enough.
The crimson torrent riddled the first bat with holes, sending it plummeting from the sky.
But the other bat took the opportunity to flap toward him.
Danger!
Heart Sense frantically warned Fang Cheng of the bat's threat.
Fang Cheng had plenty of experience by now. He shot a spike into a