Han Xiu looked at Han Cheng's choice, feeling somewhat displeased.
She knew that her brother had always wanted to possess Mo Suxue, while she was different—she wanted nothing more than to kill Mo Suxue as quickly as possible.
Unfortunately, in this family, her brother Han Cheng ultimately had the final say. Though this displeased her, she did not dare raise any objection.
Meanwhile, Han Cheng was still immersed in the thrill of looking down from on high and holding life and death in his hands.
Mo Suxue could wait. What he wanted to control even more was Yang Chen's life and death.
After all, Yang Chen had once slapped him hard across the face. Even now, that slap remained fresh in his memory.
"I remember—you're called Yang Chen, right?" Han Cheng said with a savage grin, as though he were looking at a dead man.
Yet Yang Chen remained unmoved. From beginning to end, he had been incomparably calm. He slowly said, "That's right. My name is Yang Chen!"
Seeing that Yang Chen was still so calm, without the slightest panicked reaction, caused Han Cheng's anger to flare.
Yang Chen actually was not afraid of him at all.
Yang Chen actually had no intention whatsoever of begging for mercy.
Mo Suxue was one thing, but Yang Chen was like this too. How could he not be enraged? He could now control both their lives and deaths, yet what kind of attitude was this?
"Kid, you used to be quite gifted, didn't you? You actually reached a ten-star talent." Han Cheng released his aura, intending to use it to intimidate Yang Chen and make him understand the gap between them.
Yet Yang Chen remained unmoved, his expression composed. "I didn't expect you to remember that. That's right, I have a ten-star