Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing here?
For a moment, Wang Teng suspected his own identity. Am I really a fellow evil clansman or just a spy?
Pfft, pfft!
He hurriedly shook his head to throw this ridiculous thought out of his mind.
To hell with being a spy.
I don't want to do it for three years and three more years. It's very miserable!
He stared at the people below him with a dangerous gaze.
You are really free. How dare you create rumors about me? Do I need to find some things for them to do?
As he thought about this, he used his spiritual power to control a rock. He threw it on the door of the warehouse where the evil clansmen were all gathered.
A huge 'clang' was heard!
"Who is it!" The evil clansmen in the warehouse were like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring. A few of them rushed out of the warehouse and started looking around.
