The Slave looked up at Ye Chen, then lowered his head again. "Perkins," he replied listlessly.
"Perkins?"
Ye Chen repeated the name. It meant nothing to him.
Hearing them speak, Nalandesheng turned around. Ye Chen crooked a finger at him. "Give me the key to this man's collar."
"Ah..."
Nalandesheng cried out. Suddenly, bang! Ye Chen fired at his feet. Sparks flew, and Nalandesheng jumped over a meter into the air. "I'll give it to you! Right now!"
"I've never had much patience. Don't make me lose my temper."
Ye Chen gave Nalandesheng a cold glance, then smiled and blew on the smoking barrel. "You were asking for it," he muttered through his teeth.
Kuro didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He coughed, trying to remind Ye Chen: You promised you wouldn't cause trouble before we left the Holy Land. Keep provoking the Celestial Dragons, and we'll all pay for it!
Ye Chen only smiled at him. As far as he was concerned, not killing a Celestial Dragon was restraint enough.
Kuro rolled his eyes and silently prayed Ye Chen wouldn't actually pull the trigger.
Toying with a Celestial Dragon was one thing. Kill one, though, and the Holy Land would immediately reinstate its order to capture Ye Chen. This time, it would never be withdrawn.
The sensible thing to do now was lie low and stop provoking the Celestial Dragons.
But Ye Chen was a troublemaker to the bone. Every time he saw a Celestial Dragon, his hands itched. For him, resisting the urge to kill one was already an achievement.
Billy hurried over with the key. Ye Chen glared at him, took it, and unlocked the collar around Perkins's neck.
Perkins stood stunned for a long while. He touched his neck again and again, his face full