For a moment, he experienced what level of proficiency could truly be called genius.
The so-called Tiancheng talent was precisely to describe this terrifying nature and ability that no one could imitate or reach, right?
Merely holding a knife was enough to instill the fear of the slaughterhouse in anyone.
He finally understood how those three corpses in the rest room were created, and those odd looks people gave him—the thick wariness was clearly directed at Luo Xian beside him.
And he had sat for a full hour next to a sleeping Godzilla. He had lived through 3,600 seconds at the brink of death.
Huai Shi swallowed hard, making an effort to divert his gaze, and focused on moving all the tools that Raven had prepared for him from his toolbox.
