Fangfang and her brother's skills were different: one was mana-draining, and the other was a physical attack similar to Liao Yuewei's. Neither of them offered much explanation, their eyes fixed on Tian Dashuo.
Tian Dashuo scoffed coldly, squinting defiantly at Su Ming, "The Buddha's light shines everywhere—those who harm others will surely be harmed in return."
Su Ming inwardly blamed Wenwen for meddling. Everyone had already spoken, and he couldn't remain silent. Making enemies at this time would be unwise.
He turned cold and pushed Wenwen away from his arms, saying indistinctly, "Just a grain of sand in your eyes."
"What?"
Fangfang burst out laughing, "So artistic!"
Liu Jueshan rolled his eyes at her and said gently, "It should be a skill that lowers the enemy's guard!"
Su Ming nodded, adopting a cold expression that indicated he refused to continue the conversation.
"Looks like we don't need to wait any longer..."
Before Liao Yuewei could finish speaking, the elevator doors opened again, and Zhang Bao stumbled and fell, looking disheveled, almost crawling out of the elevator.
He lay on his back on the floor, panting heavily, too exhausted to get up.
Upon seeing his injuries, Cheng Shuang gasped. Zhang Bao's face and shoulders looked as if they had been corroded by something, with white smoke rising from his muscles and foaming from the decay. There was a strong, pungent smell of sulfuric acid in the air.
Several people gathered around, and Liu Jueshan squatted down to examine his injuries, then silently shook his head.
"Unless he has at least two white pills."
Zhang Bao's eyes, which he had been struggling to open, gradually dimmed when he saw the few people watching coldly.
Cheng Shuang lowered her eyes, and fine sweat appeared on her palms.
She had no more white pills, and the only pink pill she had today hadn't had time to solidify. Besides, even if it did solidify, did she really want to give it to a complete stranger?
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