Feng Han's charred body was a drowned rat in the rain. Already severely injured, his heart pounded as he watched the distant figure approach step by step. He felt as if he would be beheaded in the next moment.
"Lord Su, spare me! I sent you a warning ahead of time!"
Feng Han repeatedly knocked his head into a puddle of rainwater on the ground, without a single thought of struggling.
"Brother Su, what should we do with him?"
Yang Zhen opened an umbrella, shielding Su Yu from the rain. Although with Su Yu's strength, the rain would have been evaporated by his powerful Qi and Blood long before it touched his head.
"Tie him up. You're still useful to me."
Su Yu tossed a rope over, which landed in a puddle with a splash of dirty water.
Feng Han froze for a moment, then his face lit up with joy. He picked up the rope and began to tie himself up.
