Su Ming'an didn't speak, only smiled in his eyes as he looked at her, as if he was not at all nervous that she might actually strike.
Under his undisguised gaze, the girl's hand gradually loosened its grip, and then, after a clear fluctuation in her eyes, her hands gently let go.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Su Ming'an gasped for air, his hand covering his throat, which felt fiery hot from being choked.
He was not incapable of defeating Dan Shuang, as the damage value from a moment ago showed. His combat power was not high, not to the absurd level of Holy Initiation. If he had chosen to walk the path of violent extraction, it would not have been difficult to kill her.
But there was no need.
She was his bridge to connect with the Revolutionary Army.
