Sikinkov said nothing, just looked at him sadly.
The two men stared at each other, the atmosphere seemingly frozen at this moment, almost suffocating.
Su Mo's gaze grew colder, all his capabilities secretly mobilized within.
The battle was imminent.
Just when the tension reached its peak, Sikinkov suddenly made a stunning move.
He reached out his hand and tightly grabbed Su Mo's wrist.
Sikinkov's facial muscles twitched; his expression was resolute yet suppressed, as he almost ground out the words through his teeth: "Take me hostage..."
Su Mo was stunned upon hearing this.
Sikinkov's grip tightened further, gritting his teeth, "The entire elite of the Anti-Violence Fourth Section is here! If you don't want to die, hurry up!"
After a moment of silence, Su Mo didn't say a word and took Sikinkov hostage, using him as a shield in front of him. Bone spikes emerged from his knuckles, pressing against Sikinkov's throat.
