Just as Pei Yan and the others ended their battle in the dense forest and embarked on their return journey, in a luxurious apartment in a high-end neighborhood of Shanghai, Su Xiang, who was nestled on a sofa with a pale face and closed eyes, slowly opened his eyes.
Shanhe wiped the sweat continuously seeping from his forehead with a towel from time to time, waiting for the extremely weakening Su Xiang to gradually recover his complexion and breathe steadily before softly probing, "Boss, how's the situation?"
Su Xiang didn't speak but gestured towards the table, and Shanhe immediately understood, got up, poured a glass of clear water, and brought it to him.
After drinking three glasses of water in succession, Su Xiang exhaled a turbid breath: "Han Lihu is dead. After all, being a fourth-level superhuman, he never fully submitted to my will and constantly resisted my abilities, nearly ruining my plans!"
