The old man slowly walked towards the unconscious Zhang Han, as for the other person he wasn't worried at all, the one just now was enough to deal with it, all he needed to do now was to kill this obtrusive member of the escort, then he could go back and continue to watch over the Dark Marshal's training.
"Flame Burial" A huge flame descended from the sky, ruthlessly smashing into the old man's path, hard stopping his form.
"Who?" The old man turned around and bellowed.
"You old monster, no father, no mother, no fart*, if you have the guts, come at me." A voice came from not far away.
"Where's Officer Zhao? How did you appear here?" The old man asked curiously as he turned around with his eyes dead set on the visitor.
"They say that ginger is still old and hot, but I didn't expect you
