"Yes, my lord!" Number Two respectfully replied.
Boom!
With one step, the ground quaked thrice, and explosive power emanated from beneath his feet.
Looking at his body, he sported a belly as big as a bushel, with limbs the size of basketballs—super fat. His lower body was clad in shorts, and his upper body in a black vest, exposing a patch of black hair on his chest.
He coldly advanced towards Qing Mian, and a ferocious Evil Qi burst forth from within him, bearing down on Qing Mian.
"Sigh! Sending a fatter piece of trash after the skinny one didn't work? Still too weak!" Qing Mian remarked nonchalantly with a shake of his head.
"Hmph! Old man, you're courting death!" Number Two said, bristling with killing intent.
"Young man, don't be so hot-tempered, take care not to hurt yourself," Qing Mian said calmly.
"Hmph! You dare to posture before me, I will cripple you!" Number Two stated coldly.
