What? He Is Dead?

Fang Jingshuo was very excited. The reason he was excited was not because of the suspect hanging on the beam, but because of the suspect.

That person was the most powerful person he had ever seen.

"You're a little late."

Qin Yu sat on the chair with a somewhat sloppy expression.

Fang Jingshuo stepped forward and saluted. "Thank you for…"

Qin Yu waved his hand and snapped his fingers. The small flathead fell from the roof beam, and the rope on his body loosened.

Fang Jingshuo did not understand.

"Your reaction is a little slow. It's your credit. Of course, you have to take it personally."

Fang Jingshuo was very honest. "I'm not his match right now. He was defeated by you and is still injured. Even if I beat him now, it would be an unfair victory."

Qin Yu smiled. What he needed was a warrior who was constantly strengthening himself.