A shirtless man, covered in foul-smelling black blood, landed in front of the car with a wild and frenzied aura.

It was Luo Dashan. He had leaped from the top of a distant building, crossing hundreds of meters and the heads of the crowd, landing precisely in front of Su Yan.

"Hey! Why did you call me back?"

Luo Dashan asked impatiently, clearly just off the battlefield, his blood still boiling, his mind unsettled.