Chapter 115
The Malformed Aberration had practically no combat ability. In fact, it only looked frightening.
A level-one Aberration posed a serious threat to ordinary people, but for Qian Wenjun and Little Zhou, who had already reached Sequence Eight, it was hardly any trouble.
Working together, the two dispatched the Malformed Aberration with almost no effort.
"Ptooey!"
Little Zhou spat on the Malformed Aberration and cursed, "Scared the shit out of me! Looking that ugly, I thought it'd be a real tough bastard. That's all it had?"
"Don't get careless. If you want to survive, you need to stop thinking like that."
Qian Wenjun shook the blood off his short blade, then turned toward the anomalous Bus. "Let's leave as soon as possible, before Lin Yi and Wang Meng catch-"
Before he could finish, he spotted two figures leaning against the Anomalous Object, the Bus.
They stood out!
They stood out far too much.
One had a head full of white hair and waved at them with a cheerful smile.
The other was burly, his arms folded across his chest and his expression icy.
What was going on?
Why were those two here? Weren't they supposed to be behind them? Had those bastards been following them all along?
In an instant, Qian Wenjun understood what had happened, and his expression darkened.
They had been played.
"Brother Qian, what do we do now?" Little Zhou came closer, looking grim.
"We approach them first, act weak, and find an opening to shackle them!"
Qian Wenjun's gaze turned cold. "They both have to die, or we'll be the ones dying. There's no way out of this now. It's them or us."
"Okay!"
Little Zhou nodded and started forward, whispering, "I'll shackle Lin Yi. You-"
Shnk-
Before Little Zhou could finish, a short blade