"Mission, what mission could possibly bring you, Kunpeng, all the way here?"
Abe Jinming was on the verge of madness. It had been such a painstaking effort to get rid of Song Yun, and now suddenly Kunpeng appeared. This was outrageous—no, it was the ghosts who were getting tricked. Just a fraction of a second, just that, and he could have killed Song Yun. But that fraction of a second was not something Abe Jinming dared to overstep. He and Kunpeng were old rivals; he knew Kunpeng's character. Bet on Kunpeng to keep his word.
"You don't need to worry about that!"
Kunpeng stood there, looking down at the crouching Abe Jinming, and said, "My mission is to protect Song Yun and escort him back to his country. If you try to stop me, I'll kill you!"
"You!"
Abe Jinming tightened his grip on the club, ready to strike, but in the end dared not make a move. He fiercely tossed the club aside.
Snap.
The club shot like lightning, embedding entirely into a nearby wall.
