Lei Zhen didn't bother with Sen Luo anymore.
In his view, women hostages were easier to control under the same circumstances.
Cen Anbang, who was fighting in the distance, also noticed this scene.
What was this situation?
Could it be that Feng Lin had brought along a good-for-nothing?
Someone skilled enough to put on an act, but so careless that he let others butcher him.
Lei Zhen sneered and withdrew his hand.
Originally, he had planned to capture Chi Qiaoqiao first, the smaller the person, the easier to control.
But years of combat experience made him realize that this attack was different from the usual.
Looking at his hand, Lei Zhen's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of needle points.
He noticed that there was no blood on his hand.
Then, looking at Sen Luo, it was the same, his body was visibly pierced through, yet not a trace of blood spilled.
"Go in peace, for before death, you shall be sublimated by art," Sen Luo spread his palm. "Bloom, beautiful flower."
