Seeing the man stop, the two quickened their pace to get closer. Now was the best time to kill this drunken fool!
When they were about ten meters from the man, Zheng Minghui's muscles tensed up, and he couldn't help but imagine himself locking the man from behind, chopping through his skull with a hand knife, and extracting the Evolution Crystal Core.
But this was just imagination and hadn't translated into action yet.
The two were still approaching the man, with the distance getting shorter and shorter.
Ten meters.
Nine meters.
Eight meters.
Seven meters!
...
Four meters!
Three meters!
As the man got closer and closer, Zheng Minghui raised his hand, but... fate was not on their side. At the most critical moment, a deep male voice suddenly echoed from the street corner ahead!
