Sato Hayato had fallen to the ground when the man in the hat let go of him. He was gasping for fresh air.
When he saw Fang Cheng, it was like seeing his savior. He shouted, "Fang! This guy kidnapped my little sister!"
Before he could say anything else, the man in the hat kicked him in the chest. He collapsed to the ground in pain.
After silencing Sato Hayato, the man in the hat turned to Fang Cheng and smiled. "So you're one of the people involved? Excellent. One more unbeliever to send to Hell."
As he spoke, he was already striding toward Fang Cheng.
Fang Cheng glanced at Sato Hayato, curled up on the ground, and couldn't help sighing.
All I want is to mind my own business and stay home, quietly playing some lewd games by myself.
So why do you keep showing up in front of me, again and again, challenging my limits?
Fang Cheng was in a foul mood. He was furious and needed to let off some steam.
"Going to Hell is fine," he told the man in the hat, "but only if those two bitch goddesses of yours are waiting for me there."
The man's smile froze. His face twisted as he roared, "That's blasphemy! I'll cut out your tongue!"
As he shouted, he broke into a sprint and charged at Fang Cheng, flicking his hand upward.
A flash of cold light—then a sharp scalpel shot from his sleeve straight toward Fang Cheng's face.
Fang Cheng raised a hand and caught it. The blade sliced through the web between his thumb and forefinger, and blood spurted out.
He swung his hand forward, and the flowing blood stretched into a thin red line.
The man in the hat sensed danger and abruptly dodged to