"Playing god and acting like a ghost! What kind of horse-shit formation is this? Let me handle it!"
The Level 3 Saint Cultivator sat on the ground in meditation, which to the non-cultivator security personnel, seemed like absolute nonsense. One of the men—a burly fellow with dyed yellow hair—stepped forward, pulled a hand grenade from his bag, and tossed it behind the stone pillar.
*Boom!*
*Clack, clack, clack!*
"Ah!"
"Ow!"
Chapter 391