"Sure!"
Seeing Ms. Shen's serious expression, Han Su smiled softly and agreed.
Ms. Shen froze. She had made the suggestion to Han Su in all seriousness and promised him terms, as if afraid he would refuse.
But when Han Su agreed so easily, an indescribable weariness still welled up inside her.
Her rationality had now recovered under Han Su's cold, stinging words. She could naturally understand from his casual manner what this meant: everything she had hoped for was ultimately just an illusion.
Perhaps the thing she had wanted most in her heart had never existed in the first place. Her family had never known love or affection, only hatred and mutual slaughter.
Though Han Su's tone was casual, his answer was sincere.
This woman would never accept the Knight Errant using her and Han Su to set a trap for Grotesque Doctor. Her invitation for Han Su to help break that trap was genuine, and so was her promise to help him deal with Grotesque Doctor afterward.
A person could make the right judgment through reason, but reaching the height of emotion could bring its own kind of calm.
In theory, this woman had even more reason than he did to hate Grotesque Doctor. So when she spoke of revenge, the emotion in her voice had been real.
The only thing left to consider was himself.
If he had a choice, he certainly wanted nothing to do with either of them. As far as revenge went, both Ms. Shen and Grotesque Doctor were on his list. But wanting something was one thing. He had to admit the truth:
If he faced Grotesque Doctor now, how much chance would he have of winning, even if he fought to the bitter end?
In theory, he had never met him on this