Looking at Ma Buyi, who was now completely under the control of Ninety-Seven, Liu Bufan motioned for him to get up and speak, but Ninety-Seven remained flat on the ground, not even daring to raise his head.
It took Liu Bufan a full 0.3367 seconds to reflect on whether he usually came across as too serious. Then he saw White Wolf staring intently at a roadside utility pole and drooling, prompting him to shake his head. Was there anyone in this world as easygoing a boss as he was?
White Wolf mentally noted: *Master, you certainly weren't saying that when you were spitting fire and chasing down those veteran Immortal Emperors with a blade.*
Chapter 42