"Your porphyria, even if we took blood from all three of us, couldn't possibly be cured! And... with the injection of a high concentration of alcohol, you, without a doubt, will die!"
"Su Yingxue, how could you possibly..."
Wu Dao was unable to resist the weakness and pain assaulting his body, and he no longer had the strength to summon the box. The alcohol quickly paralyzed him, and caused his blood to start running chaotic.
Wu Dao had never hated someone like this...
Not even Long Shuli!
He gritted his teeth, word by word seething with hate, "Su Yingxue, you dare! You dare destroy everything I have!"
His grand vision and ambition!
His ambition to dominate the world!
All these years of management and plotting, he was just a little short of success!
He could kill Long Shuli, who stood in his way!
But this time, Su Yingxue...
"Ah!!!!"
