"A tear-jerking scene, a brilliant performance."
The man who called himself Four, with a cold and ruthless voice, echoed in Ma Ran's ear from several kilometers away.
He spoke with clear articulation, using standard broadcast Mandarin: "Unfortunately, a performance is ultimately just a performance."
"I have seen through everything."
"If you wish, you can completely escape with that Earth girl, can't you?"
"Although I don't know what your true abilities are, but..."
"The truth is, you don't really want to escape."
"Tell me."
"Why?"
Upon hearing this, Ma Ran's expression remained composed and calm, speaking in a relaxed tone: "Just causing a commotion is far from enough."
"I'm rather greedy."
"I want to obtain more 'spoils of war'."
Saying this, he shook the long spear, and the weapon blade flowing with black and red fierce fire suddenly aimed at the man who called himself "Four."
