"Go back. You're too old."
The moment Chen Feng said it, Gle's face darkened, and she slowly left the room.
Phew.
Finally, she's gone.
Chen Feng had just started to relax when Gle charged back in. A fist the size of a sandbag filled his vision.
"Die!"
A running start, a swing of the arm, an uppercut!
With a sonic boom that shattered the glass, Gle punched Chen Feng straight through the ceiling.
Who knew how long later, Chen Feng fell back from miles above and landed squarely in the center of the hall, blasting even the hardest adamantine floor tiles loose.
A cyclops and a siege Golem waiting in line nearby saw this and gave him a thumbs-up.
"Holy shit. This young guy really goes all out."
"Not bad. Back when I still had legs, I played like that too."
Xia Mei was so startled she dropped her pastry. "Mr. Buyin! Quick, get a doctor! No, wait, this is the Western Fantasy World. Get a pastor!"
As Xia Mei panicked, the Dragon Girl at the front desk pointed to a notice in the shop. "Don't worry. This is nothing."
Xia Mei looked up and read: [During play with a Dragon Maid, pulverized fractures, severe Bleeding, severed hands or feet, and physical memory loss are all normal occurrences.]
The cyclops boomed, "Exactly! If you're spending money here, you'd better be prepared to die!"
The siege Golem held his head high and thumped his chest. "Dedicate your hearts to the Dragon Maids!"
What are you two so proud of?
Xia Mei suddenly heard footsteps in the corridor. She turned and saw a long-legged, red-haired beauty emerge, her cheeks flushed.
Gle was furious.
That morning, she had been informed that the Horned Dragon King, one of the Four Heaven Kings, had vanished