Wu De had plenty of flaws: a lust for power, corruption, bullying the weak and fearing the strong...
Many people cursed him behind his back, calling him a dog Bai Ye kept.
But a dog's greatest virtue was loyalty!
Bang!
The communicator fell to the floor, and his bloodshot eyes fixed on it.
Wu De's hands had yet to grow back, but he still had his tongue.
His gecko-like tongue stretched out and began dialing the communicator.
Unfortunately, a tongue could never be as nimble as fingers.
Just as Wu De lowered his head and frantically tried to dial, shifting shadows fell across the communicator.
His whole body shuddered, but he did not look up. He did not dare.
He kept dialing like a madman.
The next second, crack!
A foot in a black leather shoe stomped hard on the black communicator.
The communicator shattered beneath it!
Wu De froze. Trembling, he raised his head and looked at those expressionless faces.
At the height of terror, anger took root.
Madness flashed in his eyes. "You bastards!"
Hands crawled all over his body. He struggled fiercely and roared, "Just you wait! When the White Lord comes back, you're all dead!
Hahahaha..."
In the corridor packed with Pseudo-Humans in black suits, Wu De was slowly swallowed up. Pale hands covered half his face, his crazed, furious eyes showing through the gaps between their fingers. Even with his mouth covered, he kept laughing wildly.
"The White Lord will avenge me! Sooner or later, you'll all join me down below!!"
Bai Ye slept for an entire day. By the time he woke, it was already the following morning.
Depleting mental power was different from physical exhaustion. Overdoing it caused headaches, drowsiness, and even unconsciousness.
Sleep was the best way to replenish mental power.