"This world is freaking crazy, a weasel being a bridesmaid for a chicken, haha, did I see this right? Little Eagle Association is messing around with Apocalypse Corps? Hey, aren't you pretty badass with those guns? Come on, hit me!"
Leizi wore a shameless grin, firmly clutching a grenade, the safety pin looped around his raised thumb, showing an attitude of indifferent to life and daring to fight if provoked, swaggering to the middle of the two motorcades.
More than a day ago, many of Zhang Su's people didn't have a direct concept of the power of an explosion, perhaps thinking the carrots on Leizi were just a sprinkle, but now they don't dare to take it lightly.
Who can guarantee the other side doesn't have "grapes"!
If one hits them, can they survive?
Even without grapes, blasting caps used for opening mountains are not easy to deal with.
"Since you know us, let's just use this opportunity to tell you something!"
