By the time he'd finished, Xiaobo's face was pale, though his eyes were surprisingly bright. Once he'd turned off his apparatus, he strode straight over to Chen Mu and said with a fawning face, "I'll be hanging with you, big brother! I'll kill whomever you tell me to kill! I'll be the spear in your hand, the whip you hold…"
With no expression on his face, Chen Mu put out his hand. "First, give me the card."
"No!" Xiaobo's cry of grief really had an impact on those around. He sounded like he was spitting blood and would die. Xiaobo's left hand was tightly covering the apparatus on his right wrist as though he were a fierce woman guarding her chastity.
Seeing Xiaobo's expression, Chen Mu unconsciously raised his fists. Xiaobo was startled to see Chen Mu's clenched fists, and he plunged down to grab Chen Mu by the leg.
