"Xu, Mr. Xu, what's wrong? Why don't you say something?" Seeing Xu Lengxuan in a daze, seemingly dumbfounded, Yang Zhengyu couldn't help but ask again.
I said fuck you!
With Yang Zhengyu's second inquiry, Xu Lengxuan had the impulse to just draw his knife and cut someone!
He was hateful!
Damn it, if he had known that the opponent was Yang Chenlong, one of the twelve Main Gods of the Hell's Judgement Organization, he wouldn't have taken the damn mission! He would've run as far as possible!
Damn, it looked like he was taking a mission, but in other words, it was undoubtedly courting death!
Although mercenaries live a life of licking blood from the blade, from the day Xu Lengxuan became a mercenary, he was prepared to be killed someday.
But, a self-destructive way of dying like this was clearly not what Xu Lengxuan hoped for.
