The Dark Gold Armor covering his entire body dimmed along with the blue glow of the Dragon Core in his chest, then completely dissipated into the air.
After tucking the short staff with its sickle blade retracted into his belt, he calmly removed the Dragon Core. Countless Jade White Bone Shards condensed in Mu Fan's palm with his movements.
Lu Qingxue followed at Mu Fan's side, quietly taking out a cloth bag and covering the jade-white bone ball before carrying it in her hand.
Their movements were as coordinated as if they had practiced them countless times.
Before them, a deserted passage over five hundred meters long had already opened up on its own.
A Y-shaped intersection appeared before Mu Fan. Looking at a battered trash can shaped like an oil drum, he casually tossed the still-unmelted ice-crystal head inside.
The head, its cold gaze unchanged from when it had been alive, landed atop the garbage surrounded by Sand Flies.
Still dressed in tattered mercenary clothes, Mu Fan took out his Sky Communicator and snapped a picture of the head.
Then he continued onward.
Inside the restaurant where Ice Serpent had been earlier, every waiter stopped what they were doing.
The burly Boss, whose expression changed faster than the turn of a page, had somehow produced a spotless white handkerchief and kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
This time, he was not faking it...
Mu Fan gave him an indifferent glance.
The burly Boss's body jolted violently.
"Boss, did you climax?"
Behind him, a dim-witted fellow blurted out innocently.
"Get the hell out!"
The Boss spun around, grabbed a wooden board, and hurled it at him. "Beat this idiot until his bones break today! Double pay!"
The people around them howled and pounced on him.
As they walked,