Not long ago, Tristan, the leader of the Belfast area who had been transformed into a follower by the Evil God, executed the event.
Of course, Lu Li remembered him.
It... or rather, he also came to the Royal City, and infiltrated Xiusi University just like Lu Li.
Without a doubt, Tristan's final farewell signified his self-sacrifice at the cost of his life. Those chunks of flesh would be a key part of his plan.
What to do next, Tristan hadn't told Lu Li, but Lu Li knew what to do.
Lu Li slipped the kitchen knife into its sheath and hung it at his back waist; the sharp weapon might still come in handy. He picked up the dirty apron that had once been worn by Tristan, not caring as he tied it around his waist and secured it at the back.
Picking up a rag, Lu Li wiped his hands, then lifted the wooden basin containing Tristan's flesh chunks and walked to the display window.
Thud!
