The pitch-black orb emerged from Lin Chen's brows, and in the instant it formed into a sphere, it fell from it.
With a thud, as the orb hit the ground, it surprisingly didn't shatter; instead, it rolled to a slightly slanted spot.
"Damn it!"
As the orb rolled away, Zheng Chuanhai's eyes turned red, filled with bloodshot veins, making him look especially ferocious.
No wonder he was so angry, having prepared meticulously for so long, only to have his plans ruined by an unknown fat man. This feeling was truly unbearable.
He slowly got up from the ground, his clothes shattered by the impact just now, turning into strips of cloth fluttering in the wind.
The bloodstains lingered on these strips of cloth, but Zheng Chuanhai seemed oblivious to them.
He looked painfully at the orb fallen to the ground and then gazed at the fat man in the distance.
But this glance made Zheng Chuanhai extremely furious.
