With the death of the Fist King, this wasteland-themed settlement began to collapse.
Rumble! Rumble!
The steel boxing ring made from buses was collapsing.
No need for Lin Baici and the others to hunt them down, the Fist King's lackeys were all screaming in terror, rushing towards their motorcycles and cars, and sped away.
"God Lin, should we chase them?"
The woman with the wedding ring took the initiative to ask.
"Are you bored?"
The fishball vendor retorted, in this divine pollution, it's crucial to preserve strength to adapt to all changes.
"Lin Longyi, thanks to you!"
"I, God Lin, am the best in the world!"
"We're safe now!"
The pollution was purified, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, gathering around and beginning to praise Lin Baici.
Aside from genuine gratitude, it was also to leave a good impression, to avoid being used as cannon fodder by Lin Baici in the future.
"Cut the nonsense, go find a car!"
Lin Baici interrupted them: "Let's go home!"
"Go! Go!"
