"So you're the one who keeps saying my senior brother is mentally ill, huh?"
Jiang Congshu had no idea what had just happened; while everyone else was still in a dazed state, with a whoosh, he darted in front of Cong Wen.
The quickest among them, Li Yuanhong, reacted a beat too late and positioned himself off to the side.
"Jiang Congshu, calm down,"
he warned, partly because Jiang Congshu was acting a little too crazed at the moment.
And Jiang Congshu was actually quite powerful—there were quite a few cups around the command center, all open-topped, containing not a great deal of water when put together, but nearly all of it boiling hot.
Scalding!
"I am calm!" Jiang Congshu looked around frantically, and when he saw Luo Xingyi, his eyes lit up, "Old Luo, do me a favor and lend Director Cong your gun."
Li Yuanhong was shocked once more.
"You're saying you're immune to blades and bullets now?"
