"Big brother—!!!"
He was so excited that tears nearly spilled from his eyes.
"You finally came! If you'd been one second later, your little brother would've been done for!!!"
He shouted loudly, his voice filled with grievance.
Lu Chen looked at him, warmth flashing through his eyes.
"Don't worry. With your big brother here, no one can touch you."
Lu Chen spoke softly.
His voice was quiet, but his tone held an unquestionable resolve.
With that, he turned and looked at Yin Hongjun.
His gaze instantly turned cold as frost.
That coldness was like the ice of the Ninth Netherworld!
That coldness was like the first wisp of killing intent when chaos first opened!
"Yin Hongjun?"
Lu Chen spoke calmly, his voice devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
"You dared to touch my little brother. Are you ready for how you're going to die?"
His voice was perfectly calm, as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.
Yet that very calm voice made Yin Hongjun feel an unprecedented threat of death!
That threat was more intense than any crisis he had ever experienced in his life!
Yin Hongjun's soul screamed!
His instincts frantically sounded the alarm!
Escape!
Run!
But Yin Hongjun couldn't move.
He could only watch Lu Chen helplessly, feeling that tangible killing intent inching closer, bit by bit.
Cold sweat streamed down his forehead.
His back was already drenched.
His legs trembled faintly.
He wanted to speak, but his throat felt as though something had blocked it, and he couldn't make a sound.
He wanted to beg for mercy, but his dignity kept him from opening his mouth.
He wanted to resist, but that pressure made it impossible for him even to move a finger.
At this moment, Yin Hongjun finally understood what despair meant.
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