"That Flower Monk."
The driver said.
"Flower Monk? Oh, I get it, the one who fakes their death."
Liu Zheng suddenly realized.
One chop and his body starts emitting lotus petals; calling him Flower Monk doesn't seem off.
"Can he move now?"
He asked.
"Not moving, just glaring at me, probably trying to kill me with sheer eye power."
The driver joked.
"What, he dares to stare at the Colonel? I'm heading out right now to straighten him up."
Liu Zhengyi said, enraged, and climbed out of the tank.
Gripping the Slaughter Knife, he stepped onto the lava-like ground, walking towards the Great Monk step by step.
The Great Monk remained in a meditative position, though his face showed no signs of serenity—instead, it was menacingly twisted.
"Getting worked up already? Your Buddhist Law isn't cultivated thoroughly enough."
Liu Zheng mocked.
