"My name is Wang Sheng, Wang Jianguo's silly son, Wang Qian's silly brother."

Poof!

With Wang Sheng's brute force, the not-so-sharp tip of the six-edged crowbar penetrated the fat tiger's eye socket and penetrated directly through his head.

Pulling out the crowbar, Wang Sheng calmly shook off the blood and brain stains on it.

Maybe it was because he had too much dealing with death in his previous life, so even after killing someone, Wang Sheng didn't feel any discomfort.

"I am really cold-blooded." Wang Sheng laughed at himself and said to Fat Tiger's corpse that was twitching slightly due to neural activity, "But your head is not as hard as that statue."

Wang Sheng might be able to be lenient with other people in Dafeng Chess, but he would not let Fat Tiger off as the culprit.

He picked up Fat Tiger's black seven-barreled gun that had fallen to the ground, took off the two ammunition bags from Fat Tiger's waist, and dug out the small black box containing white pills.

Wang Sheng had just witnessed the whole battle between Fat Tiger and Guan Gong's statue, so he naturally knew what he had on him.

Time was running out and there was no time to take a closer look. Wang Sheng collected these things and prepared to go to the storage room on the second floor of Dafeng Chess to find his sister.

But just as he was about to stand up, Wang Sheng's body paused slightly. Under the guidance of his strange sixth sense, Wang Sheng turned his head and looked at Fat Tiger's waist. He saw that there was a hairpin on the other man's belt.

A blue feather-shaped metal buckle.

Without thinking much, Wang Sheng took off the metal buckle, then turned around and ran in the direction of the Dafeng chess card.
Chapter completed!