Chen Lin's eyes, which usually held a hint of amusement, were now ice-cold.
Five years ago, America had had a hand in the disaster that swept across the globe and brought Wucheng, that city of heroes, to a near standstill.
Now, they had actually joined forces with Little Japan and gone even further, trying to create something even more vicious and inhuman on this land!
They were crossing his bottom line.
All he wanted was to farm in peace, raise some fish, and enjoy a carefree life with his women.
Yet those damned bastards kept doing everything in their power to destroy it all.
"Looks like passive defense alone won't cut it."
Chen Lin murmured to himself, his long fingers gently stroking Clear Wind's silky back, though his gaze was sharp as a blade.
For the first time, the thought of striking first took root in his heart.
"Once I reach the tenth level of Qi Refining, I'll make you... pay the interest on this debt!"
He silently worked out his plans.
Once he reached the tenth level of Qi Refining, his physical strength would undergo another qualitative leap.
Ordinary firearms, even large-caliber sniper rifles, would have a hard time inflicting fatal wounds on him.
Only then would he truly have the means to protect himself on this planet.
Go to America, drag out that bastard called Donald John, and let him taste true despair.
Then take a stroll around Mount Fuji in Little Japan and see whether the cherry blossoms there really are as beautiful as people say.
An icy smile curved Chen Lin's lips as a vast surge of murderous intent churned in his chest.
Clear Wind seemed to sense his master's mood. He shifted his little paws uneasily, let out a soft "meow," and burrowed his little