In the alley, Little Bad King was ecstatic when he heard that familiar, obnoxious catchphrase. He was certain the Park District Squad's only missing member was about to rejoin them.
Ren Ye looked up into the air and shouted, "Hey, crotch-tugger, get down here and help me kill these two bastards!"
"It wouldn't be right for me to interfere... my mission probably conflicts with yours." The middle-aged fat man landed on a rooftop and replied with a conflicted expression, "What I should really do now is... hide nearby and watch, then come out to clean up after you've beaten each other half to death."
"Clean up your fucking mother!" Little Bad King cursed. "Are you coming down or not?! If you don't, I'll shove both stone lions outside the Dao Palace up your asshole so you can tug at it every day!"
"You... you're still so vulgar when asking for help. Utterly unreasonable." The pale fat man leaped down from the rooftop, fixed his eyes on the burly Hunxiong, and said softly, "Make it quick. This Daoist is in a hurry."
Boom!
As his words fell, countless rays of Buddhist golden light erupted from the pale fat man's body. Carrying a transcendent aura of boundless compassion, they enveloped Hunxiong in an instant.
Hum!
Little Bad King controlled the Divine Dao Star Sand, sending it crashing toward Bixiong.
In an instant, Buddha Light and silver sand interwove in the dark alley, transcendence and slaughter existing side by side. The deafening clashes of spells suddenly erupted, then swiftly subsided.
A thick smell of blood spread, soon attracting the attention of nearby pedestrians. They gathered curiously at the alley's entrance and peered inside, seeing only crimson blood staining the ground and walls, but not a single corpse...
The pale fat man was