Clang!
Mo Bei, who looked so thin and frail, caught Li Yunyao's sword with his bare hand.
With one wrench!
The blade snapped.
Li Yunyao realized something was wrong and tried to retreat, but her injuries were too severe. She coughed up another mouthful of blood, swaying on her feet, her face as pale as paper.
How could it be him?!
He was the descendant of a senior executive at the Twin Star Corporation, the Heir of the Divine Sequence. In the future, he would at least become someone on par with the Chief Instructor.
How could he betray the Twin Star Corporation and become a lackey of the Shenchuan Family?
As long as Mo Bei wanted it, his future prospects were limitless.
And how was he so powerful? Had everything before this been an act, meant to make people let their guard down?
While Li Yunyao's thoughts raced, the two men had already begun talking.
Shenchuan Mu glanced at the girl collapsed on the ground, then looked at the delicate, bespectacled boy before him. A flicker of jealousy crossed his eyes. "Why didn't you just kill her?"
Mo Bei took off his glasses.
His features were rather soft, but his eyes were exceptionally sharp. Those thick prescription glasses seemed to have concealed all his edge.
A few strands of hair hung before his eyes.
He smiled faintly amid the erratic patter of rain.
"She's already badly injured. She poses no threat. If you fail to catch Xu Ye, you can still use her as leverage."
Shenchuan Mu's eyes lit up. "Good point. Though I don't think that brat can escape. I'll pull out with my men now, then. You go back to Crimson. The higher-ups have arranged for someone else there to take the fall, so you won't come