The Time-Killing Activity

Thump!!!

Argh!!!

As soon as the pressure rushed in, Zheng-Fu collapsed to the ground without resisting, as he lowered his defenses to allow himself to be injured slightly. Otherwise, the other party would know that he was not an ordinary soldier. Zheng-Fu had to play along with the role, letting himself get hurt.

Whoosh!!!

Argh!!!

The pressure disappeared after Zheng-Fu coughed up blood and showed no resistance, like an ant under the huge feet that were ready to stomp at any moment. The pressure rushing towards Zheng-Fu was released by a red-robed young man who sat beside a fat middle-aged man sitting on a luxurious chair in the middle of the hall.

“Bring him in!”

“Yes, sir!!!”

As soon as the pressure was gone, the fat middle-aged man, the nobleman sent from Birdy Holy Fiery Heaven Country, commanded the guards accompanying Zheng-Fu to drag him into the hall before ordering the guards to leave and close the door.