Little Silver Is Caught Once Again

Driver Liu screamed. His right arm from his hand up to the elbow was instantly dissolved by Little Silver's phlegm. The most terrifying thing, moreover, was that though his forearm had been dissolved, the wound wasn't bleeding, and Liu Zhenhua felt a continuous burning pain.

It felt like someone was holding a lit cigarette lighter under the wound, and Liu Zhenhua's face was drained of color.

"Is there anything you want to say?" Little Silver looked at Driver Liu with a harmless smile on his face.

While the phlegm he had spat just now seemed like a very casual action, it had in fact been quite a delicate operation.

Little Silver could precisely adjust his spitting technique down to the decigram.

He had deliberately controlled his spit just now. Otherwise, Driver Liu would have been directly dissolved on the spot like the two fellow brothers from the Demon Hunters Association back then, without leaving anything behind.