“He’s asking for death,” Yang Yuying said as she walked over in her high heels and looked at Thor’s corpse. “He doesn’t want to live anymore, so he’s giving you an excuse to kill him without starting a war. Although American comic book heroes may not have likable tempers, most of them are still heroes.”
Fang Zong remained silent.
Whether Thor truly sought death or harbored the intention of instigating a great war and dragging everyone down with him is no longer important.
He looked up at the sky.
High above, a tremendous gust of wind swept down.
"Meow, guess what I caught?" Tiger Tyrant looked around and found no one who could beat him, so he proudly raised his tail.
He looked arrogant and reached out his claws at Fang Zong's face.
"Let the sea and sky gather energy for me..." As soon as the cat's paw was extended, a strange aura appeared.
Fang Zong's phone suddenly rang. Someone called, and when Fang Zong took out his phone, he found that the number displayed was just a jumble of garbled characters.
"Clang, clang clang..."
The sky was pitch black, the starlight was shrouded in dark clouds, but countless neon lights were flashing on the bustling island of Taiwan, reflecting the Drum Tower bell that rang.
The hour, minute, and second hands of the clock all point straight upwards.
Midnight, exactly midnight.
Fang Zong couldn't help but recall a legend: never answer a phone call right before midnight.
Because if you answer it, you're receiving a call from hell!
"Hell? Pfft!"
Fang Zong directly opened the call and started listening hands-free.
The other party said:
"Miss Zeng Rou, you have three days left to live."
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This phone call is very important; it's a major turning point, so it's a bit difficult to write about.
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