บท 267: A Renminbi Player Has No Fear

The voice might have been his imagination, but it had felt faintly real, like someone breathing into his ear, and Lie Mengmeng shivered despite himself… Why had he heard someone say "MMP"?

Who on earth was it?

But Lie Mengmeng already had no time to investigate the truth, because the main doors of the asylum had already been smashed open with an ambulance. He knew Wang Ling was studying at a Foundation Establishment high school, but when he saw Wang Ling pick up the ambulance with his own eyes, the image still gave him an uncontrollable shock.

"Wow! Are all senior high school students at the Foundation Establishment stage this strong?!" It was very obvious that Lie Mengmeng knew very little about Wang Ling.

On the side, Fatty Luo and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's lips twitched in unison when they heard Lie Mengmeng, because not all Foundation Establishment cultivators were this strong; it was just Wang Ling.