Xu Wenfeng grabbed Deng Zhibin from the ground and said, "With such little courage, how did you become an Extraordinary?"
Deng Zhibin forced a smile, his face stiff, "I've never been very brave. As for how I became an Extraordinary, I don't really know."
Xu Wenfeng patted his shoulder and said, "Later, have your men block off the road here and kill everyone who comes out. You should be able to manage that, right?"
Deng Zhibin was on the verge of tears when he heard this, "Should... should be able."
People trickled over, running to this side, kneeling in surrender. Among them were old and young, men and women, all sharing the common trait of wearing masks, afraid to reveal their identities.
"Han Su isn't among them..."
Gu Xingrong surveyed the scene, unable to see the person he hoped to find, still clinging to a faint hope that Han Su might have been forced into this.
But if that were the case, she's most likely already dead.
No, something is off.
