Chapitre 64: Mini Explosions & a Sob Story

“Lucky.”

The same word was said at the same time by two different people at two different locations. One of them was Hu Changzai who was facing Hai Tianqing, the other was Fang Dan who was facing the yuppie.

3:02 am, northeastern corner of Oasis.

“Twerp, you think you’re lucky?” A blue vein on Hai Tianqing’s forehead starting throbbing, while he held an axe. The blood vessels on the back of his hand also started bulging. He spat so hard on the floor that his spittle hit the ground like a bullet, to the extent that it raised a small cloud of dust. “Let’s see if you still think so in five minutes,” he threatened as he looked down at Hu Changzai contemptuously.

Hu Changzai pushed up his spectacles, pretending that he was calm but he took two steps backward. His neck felt a little numb because he had to look upwards to see Hai Tianqing’s face — this was his first time standing so close to someone of that stature. [Can someone with such an enormous frame still be considered a human?]