To Smile

"Crack!"

In an instant, the already somewhat glaring light abruptly went out with a snap!

"Thud!"

The dull sound of a body colliding with something rang out.

In the darkness, Tales's Hell Senses magnified his sensitivity to light, but before he could notice what had happened, he felt the pressure around his neck loosen—the knife Dean had held against his artery and windpipe had pulled away.

"Clang!"

The knife hit the floor.

Tales desperately scooted back an inch. As if clutching at a lifeline, he touched his throat in lingering terror and struggled to breathe under the soothing effect of Sin of the Hell River.

"Crash!"

The sound of the bed frame colliding with the wardrobe rang out clearly, accompanied by the noise of a fierce struggle.

"No!"

The next second, when Tales raised his head, he was astonished to see that the bald Mercenary had already been caught around the neck by a pair of arms reaching from behind and was being dragged backward with force!

Dean clung desperately to the bed frame, bracing his feet against the floor to keep his balance and prevent his opponent from pulling him down. At the same time, he twisted his head back in shock.

"Kuaishang, what are you—"

He could not finish.

Because at some point, Kuaishang's arms had already locked tightly together!

They were clamped firmly around Dean's neck!

Tales stared in astonishment at the incomprehensible scene. Through his Hell Senses, he saw Kuaishang pressed against Dean's back with a resolute expression. His left arm locked around Dean's neck, resisting the other man's struggles and retaliation, while his eyes shone with a rare, dazzling intensity!

Under Dean's incredulous gaze, the calm Kuaishang hooked his left arm around his right elbow and pressed his right palm against the back of the