Stranger Danger
"What the hell am I watching?" Lan Jiu had an absolutely incredulous expression. He simply could not process the situation in front of him. If he were from the spiritless era, he may have understood the scene to be a movie, albeit a really exaggerated one, but for him, everything was as real as it got—from the masked woman, whose attacks were world-shattering, to the seemingly immortal Shou, who survived, even though half his body had turned to crisps. He glanced at the other guests, but they showed no expression.
Zhang Yong rubbed his chin. He nodded in understanding. "As expected of the owner. Even with all the bombings, he managed not to collect a death-count."