Sister said he was no good, and that meant he really was no good; Jianxiong decisively grabbed Jiang Yulian and Ling Ye and bolted.
Su Mo stood shoulder to shoulder with Lu Chen, and as she turned, she saw a skull hidden in the darkness.
"Su Yao."
Her voice was laced with a tinge of resolute hatred.
Feeling the intense hatred emanating from the woman beside him, along with the name she had just called out, Lu Chen realized what kind of monster was in front of them—one that resembled a stick insect.
"Your father?"
Upon hearing the word "father," Su Mo lowered her eyes, "No, an enemy."
Her right hand, which had transformed into a shield, instantaneously morphed back into a spindle, radiating a whiff of murderous intent.
Lu Chen's eyes darkened; ice crystal gathered around him, and even in the dark space, there was a hint of sharpness, "He must not be allowed to go up."
Su Mo nodded.
