"I hope the next time we meet, you won't regret today's choice! I'll make you understand what it means to live in agony and die in despair!"
The little rat's eyes burned with ferocity, and it spat out those venomous words with a sinister voice, the overwhelming hatred as if it wanted to devour him alive.
Luo Yan knew it wasn't magnanimous; the previously indifferent facade was all an act, and now it was tearing the mask off.
However, he's not someone who lacks decorum.
Before being swept into the ripple, the butterfly resting on the windowsill gently flapped its wings, just like that consistently elegant smile.
"I'll still say the same thing, then let's give it a try."
"I'll wait for you in the 'Future'."
It's the Rot Clan, isn't it.
Luo Yan remembered the name, and believed the people of Twilight Province did too.
Once he's dealt with the Chaos ravaging outside Twilight City, he will turn around and deal with those Ratmen hiding in the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range!
