"I'll say it again, disappear from the plane immediately."
Lone Wolf suddenly felt the military spike in his hand heating up, and he instinctively let go.
Drip, drip.
Crimson liquid dripped from Wang Dadong's fingertips and fell onto the carpet in the aisle of the plane.
The moment the liquid touched the carpet, it sizzled, emitting thick smoke, and in the end, even set the carpet on fire.
As it turned out, this liquid wasn't Wang Dadong's blood but the melted Mitsubishi Military Saber!
The finely forged killing tool that had tasted countless blood had melted in Wang Dadong's hand!
"I don't want to say it a third time!"
Wang Dadong's voice wasn't loud, but it penetrated every soul present like a sharp blade.
This was more shocking than catching a military saber barehanded or being impervious to sword and spear.
