“No… Xing… No…” I hugged his body tightly, saying, “We said that we were going to be together… We agreed…” Xing Chuan rested on my chest peacefully while his hand slowly fell toward the armrest of his wheelchair.

“Old monster… Old monster!” I withdrew my gun and aimed at Cang Yu, who was looking at the pendant blankly. I didn’t say anything and just pulled the trigger. I would drag his dead body back for Raffles and Haggs to study and revive Xing Chuan.

Suddenly, more tentacles burst out of his collar, blocking my laser blasts. They didn’t seem to be resisting my shots, but rather consuming them!

Cang Yu… What kind of monster...