The Two Ans

Walking up, Di Tou spared the two Ans a glance before shaking his head and walking up to the table. Reaching out with his palm, Di Tou picked up the broken parts of the table and threw them in his Spatial Ring. In his head, Di Tou couldn't help but wonder if he was born with an enmity against tables in this life… First, it was the Swiss cheese table, and now it was the table at Qian Jian Shan…

Having removed the table, Di Tou saw that the ground was still dirty, littered with bits of splinters and dust. Although the belt was sharp and left almost no mark, once the table had collapsed inward, it had splintered on impact. And beyond that… looking down, Di Tou couldn't help but twitch when he saw the belt still embedded in the floor. Looking at his palma nd then looking at the belt, Di Tou couldn't help but haev some anxiety. Wouldn't he be grabbing a knife's edge, ah? There was no world in which this was a good idea, right?