The head of a curly-haired middle-aged woman was thrown out of the open window.
It rolled onto the lawn, its eyes wide open, seemingly filled with disbelief.
The next second, heavy iron hooves trampled on it, smashing it to pieces.
Blood splattered onto the surrounding wild grass, swaying silently a few times before returning to tranquility.
"Let's set off."
The Fallen Knight, riding on an armored warhorse, moved to the forefront of the doppelgangers.
Dream Demon Frog held a piece of information previously investigated by the Patrol Office, a cold smile on his lips.
He didn't plan to give Han Zhan another day of rest.
Strike while he's down, and take his life!
"On the side of the Evil Camp, the Fallen Knight has just successfully ascended to Social Level 4 as a Spit-upon, and on the leaderboard, I lead Han Zhan by more than 20 million points, it's only a slim chance he can surpass me."
