"Avenge your mother?" Xiahou Wuxin chuckled. There was no telling whether he was laughing at Xin Xiaoqi's naivety or his own cowardness. "It is impossible for you to do that. You do not understand the dread of the angels and the enormity of the outside world at all. You do not even stand a chance in a billion.
"If you want to run away, perhaps I can try my best to help you with all my abilities. But if you want to seek revenge from the angels, I might as well give you a quick death right now, in case you are captured by the angels and tortured for twenty years in the laboratory before you are finally killed."
