Ling Chen smiled bitterly in his heart, unsure of how to respond. Recently, he had deliberately avoided thinking too much about Zhu Xiaozhu. Although he admitted that there was mutual affection between him and Zhu Xiaozhu, there was Zhu Hong standing between them. Zhu Hong's presence was like an insurmountable barrier. As long as this barrier was not removed, there would never be any hope for them.
Moreover, he was well aware that, given Zhu Hong's status, it was impossible for him and Zhu Hong to reconcile. In this silent battle, it was either Zhu Hong's demise or his own, with no other options available. Once Zhu Hong was killed, he could foresee that even if Zhu Xiaozhu forgave him, they would no longer associate with each other.
On one hand, there were national affairs; on the other, romantic feelings. As an elite trained by the Ghost, he had already made his choice and decision. Zhu Hong must die!
