At this moment, Zhao Heng looked at Chu Mo. Far from being angry, he instead revealed a hint of appreciation, "Not bad, your character is somewhat like mine. However, tonight you are going to die, and I truly pity you for that!"
Staring at Chu Mo, Zhao Heng took a step forward, the two almost face to face.
"Little bastard, do you know? What I, Zhao Heng, hate the most is when someone takes what belongs to me!"
"And you, just had to do the very thing that pisses me off the most. So, you must die today!"
A bloodthirsty cold smirk hung on the corners of Zhao Heng's mouth.
"There have been many who wanted me dead, yet none have succeeded! Do you think you can?" Chu Mo glanced at Zhao Heng, his eyes brimming with disdain as he spoke indifferently.