Xiao Yuan's entire body was ice-cold, and tears streamed down ceaselessly as she screamed, "No! No!! No!!!"
Su Chen was silent, solemnly gripping the dagger in his hand. Deep inside, a wolf-like savagery continued to torment him. At this moment, he especially wanted to indulge in bloodshed and murder, to crush Zhou Ang into pieces.
But reason told him, he couldn't—now, he was not confident that he could save Xiao Yuan while ensuring her safety.
"What, in the end, is it just yourself that's most important?" Zhou Ang barked out, roaring, "Su Chen!!! Don't you love Xiao Yuan? Weren't you willing to do anything to save Xiao Yuan? Huh?!"
Thump...
The answer to Zhou Ang was the sound of the dagger piercing flesh, sinking deeply in the dead silence. Su Chen wielded the dagger, ruthlessly plunging it into his chest without mercy.
The glaring crimson of blood spread rapidly.
Su Chen's complexion suddenly turned a shade paler.
