The fiery red twilight scattered, tearing the endless night apart.
In the explosions of fiery light, the Mechanical Army melted like butter, spilling everywhere. A hand reached out from the flames, "click," "click," the Mechanical Army on both sides of Su Ming'an melted from the fire and fell down.
Su Ming'an leaned backward, caught by the person in the flames. He turned his head and, as expected, saw the retired entertainer who was the dedicated service committee member for Number One Player's successful clearance.
Su Rin was still in his same old khaki trench coat, which had several cracks likely caused by the chaos of spatial streams.
"You said before that you would help me, but with one word from the deity, you were sent away," Su Ming'an said. "What did the deity tell you? What made you prefer to flee rather than to restrain him?"
