"You remember?"
The White Monster, or rather, Bai Shixing, who had been staring intently at Han Su's face, finally showed an excited, exhilarated expression.
His hatred for Han Su was almost palpable, but that did nothing to stop him from trembling with excitement now that Han Su had recognized him.
"You shouldn't have forgotten me!"
"Do you remember tossing me into a corner like a piece of trash?"
Unable to contain his feelings, he stepped forward, his one remaining eye fixed on Han Su.
"Do you remember beating me for no reason?"
"Do you remember saying that your whole family had died on my family's estate?"
As he spoke, fury poured from his eye like lava. "After I fucking came back, I even went back to investigate!"
"Thirteen servants died in my family's garden. Men and women, young and old—but not one of them had anything to do with you!"
"He—he was also—"
At Han Su's side, Wei Lan seemed to realize something from their conversation as well. Her voice trembled.
But she didn't recognize Pot Lid Head. The two of them hadn't crossed paths at the Ancient Castle.
Beside them, Pot Lid Head narrowed his eyes and watched the White Monster coldly, apparently uninterested in him.
"Mr. White Corpse, you should at least let me die knowing why—"
Amid soundless trembling and hatred, the Drunkard let out an enraged roar.
He even summoned every last bit of his Mental Power, merging it with the black lake water and sending it surging viciously toward the figure in the White Suit.
At first, Han Su's and the Queen organization members' attempt to kill him, Pot Lid Head's betrayal, and Rong Qiyue's arrival had all been enough to keep him from losing control. But now, the White Monster's words threatened to shatter