Blood spurted out, and frost snow covered his entire body.
In an instant, he suffered from frostbite.
Clearly wounded, Lu Bu'er yet smiled.
Yuna felt as if she had seen the most terrifying smile in the world.
"You are quite weak too, the former major was more than ten times stronger than you,"
Lu Bu'er raised his left hand and grabbed her head, then violently smashed her onto the ground with an all too familiar ferocity, accompanied by countless fragments of shattered rocks, the cracks spreading out.
Lu Bu'er, bent at the waist, gathered thousands of strands of pitch-black lightning in his palm: "A soldier's duty is to protect the weak, yet the so-called death row inmate you speak of has never fought back from the beginning to the end, so why do you strike to kill? If he had wished, you would have all been dead long ago."
The corner of his eye caught sight of the unconscious muscular man.
And the cheap doll he clutched tightly in his arms.
