Yin Mo's expression was eerie, his odd smile sensing a hint of unease to Lin An, who continued to press him without any further response from Yin Mo.
"You should know that the only person I originally wanted to kill was Mo Ningchen."
"I know, but if Su Chengyu doesn't die today, then I'm destined to die."
"Why?"
Lin An was completely confused, but Yin Mo simply shook his head, his face's resolution suddenly scattering as he turned his gaze to the still unconscious Su Chengyu.
The moment Lin An sensed something was amiss, fearing Yin Mo might attempt to strike at Su Chengyu again, Yin Mo suddenly slammed his own chest with a strike.
His breath shook violently, his veins and internal organs instantaneously shattered.
"Have you gone mad?"
Lin An, failing to comprehend, uttered in disbelief at the scene before him.
Yin Mo shook his head, simply smiling lightly at Lin An: "I only hope that Your Highness will not regret today's decision in the future..."
