REN
Gradually, the air became more and more saturated with a very pleasant smell. Like breakfast in the morning. The smell of rich chocolate and coffee.
All of a sudden, I saw Mr Zhen freeze. His fist pausing right in front of his victim's nose.
I barely had any time to anticipate before my hand was roughly yanked, pulling me to my feet as I was dragged behind someone.
"Follow me." The person's calm voice, a direct contrast to the arm-ripping force he was using.
I cried out at the sharp pain that seared up my shoulder, but whoever it was didn't care, just kept on moving.
I couldn't make out who he was just from his back. All I was sure of was that he was a C-Gen Alpha. Yet, he felt… different from those who fought with Mr Zhen.
I almost called out to Mr Zhen—then remembered his hand around my throat.
But at least, he was the devil I knew, I reasoned. Before I could act though, he was in front of us, forcing us to an abrupt stop.
