Chu Jiangyue's words instantly infuriated the man.
"Stupid whore!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he hurled the flames he had conjured toward Chu Jiangyue.
"Boom!"
Before he could throw the flames, however, he was struck by lightning.
Chu Jiangyue turned her head to see Shen Zhigui entering from the doorway.
Perhaps it was the lighting at the entrance, but Shen Zhigui, stepping in against the light, seemed to possess an added aura of mystery.
"Are you okay?"
As soon as Shen Zhigui walked in, he saw Chu Jiangyue facing off alone against a group. He noticed someone opposite Chu Jiangyue throwing small flames at her, so without even thinking, he quickly struck the person with lightning.
The person who had been so arrogant just moments ago was instantly charred by the strike, with smoke still billowing from his mouth after the lightning dissipated.
As for his hair, well, it was now a free gift: a head full of frizz.
