He was covered in crisscrossing wounds, but his mouth was the worst of it. The moment he opened it, his tongue tumbled out.
"Aaaah..." Huo Liran crumpled to the floor, paralyzed with fear as she stared at the tongue lying on the ground.
"Second Uncle..."
Before Huo Feng could finish, a chill shot down his spine. He felt a gaze so intense it made his heart clench. Slowly, he turned his head and was met with a pair of pupils as red as fire. In their depths, he saw a profound bloodlust.
It took a long moment for the crowd on the first floor to react. Their eyes traveled upward, one by one, to the man leaning on the upstairs railing, and shock rippled through them.
The instant the Inner Strength flared, Ye Qianning looked up. Her eyes met the man's, and she froze. His face was impossibly handsome.
