Harlowe was momentarily bewildered.
As a carnivorous Tree Person, his cognitive ability was actually not much inferior to that of the Cosmic Human Race. After all, having ascended to the Zeta Rank (6), he had his fair share of experience and knowledge.
But Li Aozi's boxing technique from Frost Plated, a barrage of punches thrown, emphasized preemptive strikes. The sound of his voice bounced around in Harlowe's wooden head like reverberating echoes, disrupting his hearing with the waves of gravity.
"You, as a Hunter and a merchant, have no public spirit at all. You even deceive your comrades on the battlefield. Have you exchanged your conscience for ammonium gold with Redd Gold? If I hadn't exposed your true face this time, who knows how many more would have been deceived by you!"
As Li Aozi spoke, he stamped his feet, making noise and continuously interrupting Harlowe's train of thought.
