"You... you..." The ghostly figure couldn't articulate a complete sentence for a moment. Pointing at Li Fei with one arm, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
"I said, those who block my path will die."
"We, the people of Japan, will absolutely not lose to you Huaxia people."
"Then if you've got the guts, stand up and keep fighting."
"There will be other days ahead; we'll meet again."
With those words, a puff of white smoke rose, and the ghostly figure disappeared once again; this time he had fled because if he didn't, he would undoubtedly die. Left on the ground was a bloodstained, sharp katana standing in the mud.
At that moment, under the cover of many gunmen, Ling Zi Qiang started hurrying towards the factory exit, with rapid steps and a panicked expression, completely lacking his previous arrogance. Seeing that even the ghostly figure couldn't defeat Li Fei, he thought that if he didn't leave now, he would never have the chance to escape.
