"Don't worry, I'll come back after I'm done for a midnight snack."
Fang Cheng curled his lips and cut off the Spiritual Link.
He twisted his neck, his joints cracking like a string of popping beans.
Pei Tianci watched Fang Cheng's stance of stretching his muscles and bones, and asked in a low voice:
"Boss, what should we do next?"
"Since they've set up such a formation opposite, surely heavy troops are ambushed around. Should we ambush in advance and catch them off guard?"
"Ambush?"
Fang Cheng finished twisting his neck and then started moving his wrists.
"What use is there to having more ordinary people?"
His lips curled slightly, eyes seemingly aflame, brightly burning in the darkness.
"The best way to deal with those sly rats hiding in the gutter is to lure them out."
"And then, wipe them out in one fell swoop!"
As he spoke, Fang Cheng clenched his fists forcefully.
Bang!
The air in his palms exploded with a muffled sound.
