The Twelfth Heir Retrieval Plan
Bai Senmang had once told Han Su that there was a simple way to see that woman.
Shoot himself in the head.
Since she was his mother, she would surely appear to stop him.
So Han Su really did point a gun at his own head and pull the trigger. A kind of madness flickered in his eyes, and he saw the woman's expression change dramatically.
She didn't even have time to think. She lurched forward, and one arm and half her body passed through the "window" where the spaces intersected, entering reality for real. She grabbed the gun pressed to Han Su's temple, stopping his insane act.
To make sure she didn't fail, she even plugged the muzzle with her thumb. Her face was filled with boundless fury.
"You—"
Bai Senmang had been right. This really could make her come over.
But Han Su knew she hadn't come because of some maternal instinct. She was afraid he would die.
He'd already been able to tell from what she'd just said: she now regarded him as Copper's Heir, and of course she wouldn't let him die.
His heart clenched for a moment, but Han Su didn't waste any time. As the woman cried out in anger, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her wrist. Beneath his feet, countless streams of Copper Blood rose from the Cipher Array and formed a hand in an instant.
"Crack!"
Han Su seized the hand and clamped it around her wrist, then quickly backed away.
He reached into his pocket for a bullet, loaded it, and cocked the gun. His eyes stayed fixed on the Tall, Thin Woman as he gritted his teeth. "You want to lock me in a cage. I want you to stay in reality