Joyce was deeply unwilling to accept this. He was the president of the Night Secret Society, the leader of three thousand Werewolves, and the most powerful Werewolf in all of Europe. Even outside the society, he was a major figure whose every stomp could shake the ground.
How could he accept losing his only chance just because someone said so?
"Mr. Fang, I remember you once said that if I wanted your key, I should try taking it."
He looked up at Fang Cheng, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "Then I'll answer you with those same words. If you want the key, come and take it..."
He never got to say the final word. Fang Cheng's figure vanished from his field of vision.
A fist rapidly grew larger in the corner of his eye, then made intimate contact with his head.
Bang!
Joyce's head went blank. His whole body was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into a shopping mall by the roadside.
Fang Cheng had held back with that punch. Otherwise, it would have been enough to blow Joyce's head apart.
Joyce smashed through every wall inside the mall and burst out the other side, then crashed through a residential building behind it.
After blasting through dozens of buildings in a row, Joyce flew onto another street. He knocked over a fire hydrant by the roadside before finally coming to a stop.
A torrent of water sprayed from the hydrant, forming a giant fountain.
Half of Joyce's head had been smashed apart. Thanks to his rapid Self-Healing, he recovered and got to his feet. Through the spray, he spotted Fang Cheng.
He drew a deep breath, then opened his mouth and let out a deafening roar.
The rolling sound waves blew away the water spraying from the hydrant