Fan Xian carried Admiral Chang Kun's body and strutted out of the bathroom. He had the Tyrannical zhenqi in his body. With the additional support of Tianyi Dao, his strength wasn't much below that of King Kong, so he did not feel tired.
On the ground outside the bathroom lay a few dead people. These were the personal guards Chang Kun had tried to call earlier to save his life. These people's martial ability had been very high, but now they were lying on the ground dead.
Seeing the yawning Shadow, Fan Xian threw the body in his hands over and scolded, "Killing the admiral in his manor! You should be careful."
"Celebrating the ether birthday on his birthday feast," the Shadow replied with great wit. "You also know that this matter has become big."