"Hack who? No need to hack anyone. Just go get me a good solid wooden hammer."
Looking at Chen Nian's forehead, where the words "Master Fuli I really want to improve" were carved, Ansheng's little fox face couldn't help but curl into a grin. He waved at Chen Nian, signaling everyone to just relax and join the Wandering God procession, no need to worry about anything else.
On the ground there was its own flesh-and-blood contamination; in the sky, Luwu Fighters were carrying out arrests.
Anyone who caused trouble would, in the very next instant, feel their vision go black and their whole body go stiff. The Luwu Fighter would shoot out a long tongue, roll the troublemaker into the cabin, and temporarily detain them.
Jiule City might be called a city, but at this moment it looked more like a massive flesh nest disguised as a metropolis.
"You want a wooden hammer?"
