VIP room.
Clang clang clang!
A series of metallic clashing noises came, and a figure appeared before Xue Wuhen and Ye Heng, clad in blood-colored metal battle armor, disheveled, and with long hair caked with congealed blood, sticking together, his face indistinct amidst the tousled strands.
The very moment this person appeared,
Ye Heng felt the temperature inside the VIP room plummet to freezing point.
The drink in his hand also turned to ice.
"There's such a heavy evil Qi on this person..." Ye Heng silently cautioned himself.
Beneath the disheveled hair, a pair of blood-red eyes flickered with cold, detached glimmers of light, fixing on Xue Wuhen: "Why did you summon me?"
