"Crown Prince? Yu Chenghuang?" Memorizing the name, Su Mo felt the thoroughly cooled grip of his rifle and chuckled. "You think the Crown Prince can protect you?"
"Crown Prince Yu Chenghuang is taking over as King of the murlocs next year. Of course he can protect us!" Yu Yangyu snapped impatiently. "Stop trying to stall. Once we realize we can't get away, you're going down with us!"
"Well said. So, you think you scum actually have a shot at killing me?"
"Your combat ability is indeed incredible—rare in this world—but you are just a human after all. You don't think that after all these years, our Fishman Clan's strength still relies entirely on this so-called Academy of Sciences, do you?"
"Don't forget, we are... an alien race!" Hearing the shouts of battle growing louder outside and watching Su Mo blatantly stall for time, Yu Yangyu finally lost his patience and spoke with cold malice.
