95 Laying Low: Part 2

The Sacred Shield Tyrant turned into a puff of black smoke and flew into Lin Sheng's chest.

*Splash!*

Lin Sheng took the fat pan and poured water on the Venomancer's face.

Wet, pain, and weak; the previously cocksure Venomancer was now nothing but a docile and dazed animal.

"Who are you?" Lin Sheng still wore his mask and changed his voice a little to prevent anyone from recognizing him.

While this was not really effective, it was still something.

The Venomancer looked at him in a daze before turning around.

It was nothing but trees all around him, leaves above him, and grass beneath him.

He was laying by a big tree, and the masked man which had challenged him earlier was beside him.

"Xie Yaohui…"

"Age."

"Thirty-eight."

"Sex."

"With ladies."

"I mean your gender god damn it!"

"Male."

"Why did you target me?" Lin Sheng continued asking.

"Because I owe someone."

"Who?"