I'm Not Your Grandpa, So Why Do You Talk Like Such a Grandson?

"What choice?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"First, stay in the tank and wait for the delivery time to run out."

the driver said.

He could not force his way out, but Garcia could not force his way in either.

Although his opponent was indeed powerful, he was not afraid of a real fight.

After all, if Garcia died, he was dead, while the driver could be revived by the Restaurant.

"What about the second?"

"The second is for you to go out and kill him, or be killed by him."

the driver said.

"I choose the third."

Liu Zheng took out his phone, intending to call 4399.

Garcia had probably been promoted into a major figure in the Round God Sect. Handing him over to the Anti-Slavery Faction would be another great contribution.

Yet when he opened his phone, there was a huge × over the signal bar.

"Nice one. You even had a trick like this."

He bared his teeth.

"If he couldn't even block phone signals, would he dare come after you?"

"That's true. No rush. Let's play with him first."

Liu Zheng said after checking the time.

"Your followers weren't killed by me."

As he inspected his own turf, he spoke to Garcia.

A single cosplay outfit probably would not be enough. Garcia was now stronger than Cow-Horse and could definitely beat the Monkey-Variant White-Feather Chicken. Even with Seven Sins: Wrath added in, the odds were still poor.

With the Three-Shaku Mirror, there might be a chance, but using two trump cards at once felt wasteful.

If he pretended to negotiate later, then ambushed him with the laser pointer, that should work too.

A perfect-quality disposable item should be no weaker than Cow-Horse's full-force strike.

Hmm, put that way, it did not sound very reliable either.

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