Seeing this, Aloy's expression changed. She did not expect Shen Fei to recover so quickly.
"Who would've thought you'd be such a tough son of a b*tch." Lear regarded Shen Fei coldly.
"You shouldn't have come here, and you shouldn't have provoked me!" Shen Fei wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth. His eyes flashed with cold malice as he looked at Lear.
"Then what do you want?" Lear sneered.
"Your death!" Shen Fei said simply.
"Hahaha, I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you." Lear said coldly, his gaze fixed on Aloy. "Let's go."
Lear began to drag Aloy away.
"Let me go!" Aloy roared.
Lear rejected her demand without hesitation. "I'll let you go if you agree to marry me!"
"I hate you!" she screeched.
"Then hate me. You'll fall in love with me eventually," Lear cackled.
Tears welled up in Aloy's eyes, and she was filled with resentment.
"Let her go!" Shen Fei shouted.
