Zhang Beixing found it quite boring and backhanded a slap across the face of one of the leaders of the Lower Mouth Organization.
The neck twisted over a hundred degrees.
The person immediately ceased to breathe.
Zhang Beixing took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, and threw it away, "I'm foolish too. I almost forgot this guy is a Neon. He doesn't understand the Great Xia language at all."
"It's like chickens talking to ducks, really."
Zhang Beixing looked around and saw that there was no one alive in the room now.
Well, great, I've cleared out the enemy's lair, so now no one will chase after my team members, right?
How wonderful, I'm really smart.
Zhang Beixing didn't care that this was just one base of the Lower Mouth Organization.
He wasn't here to kill everyone. He just wanted to stop this organization from bothering him for the time being.
