Liu Zheng looked at three pairs of eyes that had died with resentment, feeling utterly unmoved inside.
The living are more important than the dead, and even more so than the living dead.
"So much left, can't waste it."
He glanced at the mud left on the ground, murmuring to himself before lying down and rolling around left and right.
"Ren He, what are you doing?"
Liu Tong watched, dumbfounded.
Could this newcomer be insane?
Or rather, has he been tainted by the presence of Lord Da Chuanliu?
"You two, go bring him back."
Liu Tong instructed the technicians on either side.
Two burly technicians immediately stepped forward, walking toward Liu Zheng.
"Don't move."
Liu Zheng lay on the ground, raising the Slaughter Knife toward them.
The Slaughter Knife was covered in mud, but that didn't diminish its domineering aura in the slightest.
The two technicians involuntarily halted, turning to look at Liu Tong.
