Falling Out, Fu Tong Seeks Help

A very nasty smile appeared on Yagyu Ichiken's feminine and handsome face. There was a faint trace of impatience and anger as he teased aggressively.

"Although we can't stop all of this from happening, we can allow Miss Liu Xiangxiang to leave without pain at the last stage of her life."

There was no sympathy or kindness in his words.

There was only a high and mighty mockery as if it was all a joke.

There was only one meaning in his words——

So what can you do?

Can you think of any other way?

"Are you trying to piss me off?"

Lin Sen clenched his fists tightly.

He glared at this brazen and rude man.

The cement pavement under his feet could not withstand the pressure and cracks resembling spiderwebs appeared.

The branches of the Kabbalah Tree of Life, which had disappeared, emerged again under the moonlight.