Kill this Master-Con!
Editor: Henyee Translations
After the hawthorn tree had grown, that rumored girl had yet to appear. Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Song Qingshu had returned to the villa to discuss the follow-up insurance claims for the twenty or so ghosts of the delivery riders.
Once they came back to their senses, they were shocked to realize that two people had appeared for no fathomable reason outside the door.
"What should we do now, Senior Immortal?" Who knew when Song Qingshu had taken off his suit as he quickly changed into the long johns.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "… Wait and see."
His intuition told him that these two people were first-class experts, whether it was the woman with that ample upper body or the cloaked man whose face couldn't be clearly seen. As they fought, they unexpectedly didn't make the slightest sound. When they tussled together, they became two lumps of intertwined shadows…