Xiao Zhixing, female, a general from the late apocalyptic era in Huaxia, over 200 years old, has traveled through multiple planes to hunt down a certain system that has committed heinous crimes.
A customer recognized the man and exclaimed, "Ah, you're Zhang Er, the flower thief?"
Zhang Er was not ashamed to be recognized, but rather proud. "It is indeed me. Alas, it's a pity that I almost succeeded today."
The crowd was furious.
"You bastard!"
This man wreaked havoc in Dongzhou. He had been captured twice, but he escaped both times. Once, he even escaped from prison, which made families in Dongzhou with daughters turn pale with fear.
Those around Feng Huier turned ashen-faced with fright.
Feng Hui'er wasn't much better off; her delicate body trembled.
"Go report to the authorities immediately."
"Just cripple him!"
"Oh dear, he just fell from up there. Did he already see that girl?"
Zhang Er burst into laughter upon hearing this, "Of course, Miss Feng's chest..."
With a whoosh, a short blade shot out, aiming straight for Zhang Er's face, interrupting his wild words.
Zhang Er dodged with lightning speed, demonstrating his superior lightness skill.
Everyone turned to the room next to Feng Hui'er.
Xiao Zhixing stepped forward, his face indifferent. "Miss Feng, just kill this madman. Why waste words with him?"
"Who are you? My life and death are to be judged by the imperial court. You dare to kill someone in public? You are simply lawless!!"
Xiao Zhixing laughed angrily. How dare a lecherous thief call others lawless?
She stood on the second floor looking down at the person, "Bai Mei."
Bai Mei leaped forward and attacked Zhang Er.
Zhang Er's legs slithered as he tried to escape, but the next moment his expression changed drastically, "Heavenly Rank?!"
Bai Mei's aura had locked onto him, and in just one round, she kicked him away.
They went up again, lifted him up, and started hitting him repeatedly.
Zhang Er screamed in terror, "No!! Ah—"
Bai Mei coldly ignored him and shattered all the key bones in his body, rendering him unable to use the bone-shrinking technique and thus a cripple.
Snap.
Zhang Er lay sprawled on the ground like a noodle, half-dead. He looked up and cursed, "You filthy woman, you just wait! Give me your name, and my master, my master will avenge me!"