On the desolate road, a white Land Rover was parked in the middle of the street, appearing strikingly abrupt. Two figures stood on the road, their shadows stretched long by the sunset glow.
On either side of the road, numerous TNT explosives had been placed. Ning Fan couldn't help but feel that Gerwood might not hesitate to detonate all of them. If that happened, there would be one hell of a fireworks show.
"Who I am is irrelevant. The important thing is that you only need to remember the name of the person who kills you!"
Gerwood's tone was incredibly arrogant. Despite Ning Fan having seen countless conceited people before, even he almost felt infuriated by Gerwood's audacity.
But having experienced so much and encountered all kinds of people, Ning Fan remained calm, even breaking into a smile instead of showing anger. He quipped, "If you've come all this way just to say these things, then perhaps you should hurry back home for your milk!"
