Villains never repent for what they have done.
If they do, it can only mean they are about to die!
Every word Lu Chuan spoke struck home, each sentence piercing the heart.
Hearing this, Guang Biao could not help but think of himself in the days when he had been poor.
Back then, the young man had sworn to make something of himself, to protect the peace of one place, so that neither he nor his younger brother would ever suffer such hardship again.
But in the end, the youth who slew dragons had become an evil dragon himself.
He saw the killing intent in the young man's eyes.
Without any surprise, he was about to die.
Lu Chuan's punch was madly eroding his Soul Power, devouring the vitality within his body.
Before long, he would undoubtedly die.
Of course, as the captain of Eastsea City's mecha unit, did he not have anything that could save his life?
Naturally, he did.
But the killing intent in Lu Chuan's eyes
made Guang Biao feel that struggling was meaningless.
Even if he took a medicinal pill, Lu Chuan only needed to throw another punch, and he would still die.
He might as well stop struggling
and leave together with his younger brother.
"Captain!"
"Captain!"
"..."
Several alarmed cries suddenly pulled Guang Biao back from his desire to die.
Only then did Guang Biao snap awake.
This time, he had brought his team with him.
Seeing their captain injured, the dozen or so mecha soldiers instantly flew into a rage.
They activated their Soul Power almost simultaneously, gripping standard-issue Soul Guidance firearms
and controlling their standard-issue mechas as they all aimed at Lu Chuan.
Countless cold cannon barrels locked onto every part of his body, densely packed and immensely intimidating!
Even Lu Chuan