411 You Can Never Guess My Tactics

Owner Bu's active confrontation with the opponent shocked a great deal of people. 

In their impressions, Bu Fang was a calm soul who always wore a poker face, someone who occasionally snugged down in a chair to bask in the sun. He certainly wouldn't actively charge at an adversary. 

Furthermore… Owner Bu's cultivation was merely at eighth grade War-God, how could he rival a tenth grade Divine warrior? 

Liang Kai wasn't interested in what others thought. The gaze he sent Bu Fang turned ice cold, and his lips curled with a frostiness that sent chills down everyone's spine. 

The second floor of the store.

Blacky was snoring loudly in his sleep. He was in a very deep sleep, with no signs of waking up any time sooner.

Bu Fang was fully aware of this. That fat dog had been sleeping ever since he swallowed a mysterious object found within the crystal mine's crystal cores, almost as if he's been drugged. Bu Fang knew he couldn't count on Blacky.