"My lord, are you sure you're the most sober and intelligent one here?"
Liu Zheng asked with suspicion.
The Red Ghost could beat up the sewer itself down here, and now the sewer wants him to go and beat up the Red Ghost...
"Actually, it's not that I couldn't do it, just that we're too familiar for me to lay a hand on him. How about I switch the target and go beat up the City Hall instead?"
He suggested.
After all, if death was inevitable, better to go out with a bang.
"I don't care, I just need to vent. I don't believe you can't come up with a solution."
The sewer stared at him as it spoke.
"I've got shit... Fine, I'll think of something."
Liu Zheng said, a headache brewing.
"Good, I didn't speak up for you in vain."
The sewer patted his face.
"Huh?"