"You all right?" Chen Rui could tell that Ben Hong's injuries were far from light, though thankfully her aura remained as powerful as ever.
"If you'd come any later, I might have been in real trouble." Ben Hong had finally relaxed for real. She shrugged. "Looking at it this way, it seems what I possess is 'luck,' not 'misfortune.'"
Chen Rui understood what she meant by that last remark. Smiling faintly, he turned his gaze to Satan and Abaddon. "Long time no see, Satan. Who is this? Your partner?"
Satan narrowed his eyes, yet the light in his pupils grew ever more intimidating, as though he wanted to see through Chen Rui's soul. But all he saw was a vastness as deep as a starry sky, unfathomable beyond measure.
"You don't even recognize Abaddon, the 'Death Dark Angel'? It seems there's still much you haven't remembered..." Satan finally withdrew the power in his gaze. "And yet, under these circumstances, you actually managed to get involved with Ben Hong. That's quite unexpected."
"An acquaintance, it seems?" Abaddon sized Chen Rui up, his pupils flickering as a force of plague silently surged toward him. "To possess power at this level, he can't be some nobody. Why don't I have the slightest impression of this fellow?"
Satan pretended not to notice Abaddon's little trick and said, "You may call him 'Richard'... for now, at least."
"A clumsy little trick. It seems Satan's taste is getting lower and lower," Chen Rui snorted coldly. The faint layer of dark blue that had covered his Star Armor vanished. "Abaddon? Regrettably, I've never heard of you either. But even if you hadn't made a move, I still wouldn't let you off for imprisoning my woman."
"Your woman?" Abaddon glanced at Ben Hong. "You mean that Dragon Race