"Shen Zhiting, don't do anything rash!"
Shen Zhiting waved his hand as if he had heard nothing.
Anytime he would make his move, the other members of the National Metahuman Squad would automatically fall back, because they didn't need to follow up with any other attacks.
Luo Feng's heart was frozen. He hurriedly tightened his grip on Tan Yan and forced out the last bit of energy in his body. An icicle instantly prickled the skin on Tan Yan's neck.
Tan Yan grunted. The bone-like coldness and pain from the stab in his shoulder from earlier still left him with lingering fear.
"Stop! Stop!" He tried his best to stop them with a dark expression. "I'll be your witness! That you really wanted to complete the mission, but you couldn't because you wanted to save me!"
The people from the National Metahuman Squad were secretly speechless. They really didn't know why things had developed so strangely.
