The remaining three members of the Dragon Hunting Squad were no match; in Li Zheng's eyes, they were like mere dirt chickens and straw dogs, easily slaughtered to the last.
"These people are really something else. Sometimes I really wonder, how can there be guys in this world whose brains function even worse than mine?"
Lu Li walked out holding a sniper rifle, with bandages wrapped around his abdomen, already stained crimson with blood.
"Father, you are at least the top master on the battle rankings, and they just send these dirt chickens and straw dogs... Eh? Why are they all white and black?
Weren't you messing with Mud Furnace Chicken?"
As long as he didn't have an episode, Lu Li's way of thinking was still quite normal.
They only knew that Li Zheng was provoking the Nihong Country right in front of the whole world, not realizing that the Western Country's people had already set their sights on Li Zheng as well.
