"Surely you can never underestimate the Night Watchman's execution power at any time. So, is the person dead?"
Thirteen's news was indeed shocking. While Fu Qian marveled, he focused directly on the main point.
"Didn't I already say execution?"
With such cautious confirmation, Thirteen looked unsurprised and asked back with a smile.
"But you also mentioned that there was a special transcendent mutation on him, I'm worried it might hinder the execution."
As they spoke, the scars on Fu Qian's chest had completely smoothed and only seven holes remained arranged in a line.
"The changes on that guy were indeed peculiar, as if the things he consumed didn't digest and just floated to his skin's surface."
Appearing completely unconcerned about Fu Qian's worries, Thirteen vividly described.
"He even grew a wing on his back, which, of course, was also composed of those things."
