"Painter, you teach him."
"Huh? Me?" Painter pointed at his own nose in astonishment, looking utterly unwilling.
He had wanted Black King to choose someone else, but when he looked up, Black King had already vanished.
Annoyed and disdainful, he looked at Farmer, who had a pipe clenched between his teeth. "What don't you understand?"
Farmer took two puffs from his pipe and shot him a contemptuous sidelong glance. "What do you understand?"
"You!" Painter flew into a rage and pulled out the Ebony Paintbrush, ready to teach Farmer a lesson.
At that moment, a black shadow flashed past and blocked his way.
It was a Black Coffin!
"I'll teach him." Gu Huangquan's muffled voice came from within the Black Coffin.
He had finally found a stable place to assemble corpses. He absolutely could not let Painter ruin it again.
"Good brother, you're the only one who's got my back." Painter sighed and patted the Black Coffin. "But I'd advise you not to waste your effort. With a brain-dead idiot like him... Aah!"
Before he could finish, the Black Coffin swept its tail like a divine dragon and sent him flying.
"Say one more word... and I'll kill you!" Gu Huangquan said expressionlessly.
Fortune Commerce Association.
Candle Dragon's clone slowly opened its eyes, instantly switching back to the original body.
The combined ability of Ghost Clown and Twins—[Twin Stars]—was just that convenient.
Bai Ye was at the Fortune Commerce Association headquarters. Beside him, Tall Fatty anxiously discussed matters with a group of subordinates before a map.
"President, tens of thousands of Pseudo-Humans are attacking the north side of the first line of defense. The soldiers can barely hold them back!" A general pointed at a red line on the map, his voice urgent.
Someone hurriedly rose to his feet.