"Who are you?" the burly man asked Su Xuan, his eyes as wide and intense as copper bells.
He felt no pride in his ability to dodge bullets. Instead, his expression was incredibly grim. Su Xuan had fired as if he were deliberately toying with him, treating him like a great ape hopping from side to side. He was also certain Su Xuan wasn't his target for revenge; if Su Xuan were part of Long Xiwén's team, he wouldn't have needed to use her gun.
The icy woman also fixed her gaze on Su Xuan, desperate to know who he was. For him to casually catch Long Xiwén, who had been thrown with such terrifying force, means he's no ordinary person. He must be one of us. But it doesn't matter. Anyone who stands in the way of me avenging my brother has to die.
She couldn't help but take another look at Su Xuan. Such a handsome man... It would be a real shame for him to die. His face is the kind that would make women swoon no matter where he went.
