Good looked at him in shock and asked, "Do you know what have you just done?"

Li Du had an unyielding expression on his face. He raised his head and said, "Of course, it's just that I didn't get to finish it!"

Good was feeling a bit crazy. This was his first time meeting a lunatic who so enthusiastically seeked death as if it were homecoming after life.

When he was young he was in the assassins squad for the Swaziland's white men political organization. At that time, Swaziland was still called "Rhodesia," and that organization worked especially to suppress black men.

After that, he joined the army, and began leading troops to go against the white men's armies and the hired armies. He had seen too many so-called hard men who sought death as their homecoming all the time and who were supposedly fearless. When they really faced death, they crumbled, they felt despair, and they were able to withstand a single blow.

And, of course, he had also seen some tough men who were not afraid of