When Han Zhan arrived in front of the fourth tent.
A middle-aged man, one size fatter than Drunkard Sun Yun, was wearing a white chef hat, busily hustling around.
He was humming a tune, somewhat content, as if he hadn't considered this place a battlefield at all.
"You're here."
Upon seeing Han Zhan, Fan Chaohui even took the time to greet him, then tossed out a meticulously fried fish.
The fragrant and tender fried fish was thrown towards Han Zhan.
Yet, in an instant, Han Zhan felt an uncanny sense of crisis.
In the eyes of others, it was just a fragrant fried fish, but in his eyes, it transformed into an unprecedented, sharp slash!
Impossible to evade!
Han Zhan's muscles tensed, all the Four Urgent open, attempting through sheer willpower to escape the lock of this attack.
But still, he couldn't evade.
In Han Zhan's judgment, no matter which direction he tried to dodge or escape, this pre-fried fish would appear right in front of him and cleave him in two without fail!
