"Black Darda, you're quite a good dog." Lin Fei twisted his neck, making cracking sounds as he looked at Old Scorpion. Those twelve bullets were right in front of him, and though he dodged them all, he did so with much difficulty, his neck aching badly.
"Haha, thanks for the compliment." Old Scorpion laughed, quite pleased.
Lin Fei glanced at Black Darda, finding this Black man's reaction speed to be the best he'd ever seen, perhaps even surpassing his own.
"Old guy, where did you get such a good dog? Do you have another one? How about giving me one? I can definitely take care of it better than you, feeding it scorpion meat every day," Lin Fei teased.
"Feeding it scorpion meat every day? Kid, you've got guts getting bigger by the day, so I'm thinking of giving you a little break. Tell me, when do you plan on dying? I can fulfill your wish and let you choose your own death date," Old Scorpion said coldly.
