Zhao Lian's words slipped through her clenched teeth, "You bastard…"
Wang Xiao didn't react immediately. His mind wandered for a moment, surprised to see someone connected to Asmodeus.
He and Asmodeus hadn't had a deep grudge, but killing him had been necessary for survival.
Back then, Wang Xiao hadn't understood the brutal truth: anyone, no matter how small a threat, who could stand in your way had to be eliminated. Now, it all made sense.
Now, he understood. He wouldn't make that mistake again.
"Enough." Wang Xiao's voice cut through the air like a blade, calm but commanding. It silenced the room instantly. Zhao Lian froze under his gaze, her body stiffening.
"—?"
She turned her head, anger and confusion burning in her eyes. But all she found was Wang Xiao's smile—cold, wicked. A smile that made her stomach churn. Something was wrong.
Swoosh!
