The murderous alley suddenly plunged into a dead silence.
Luo Fei's painful eyes returned to emptiness once again.
Wen Shu glanced at Luo Fei with lingering fear, seeing that his neck only had a shallow blood mark, her heart suddenly relaxed.
She felt the tense body in her arms slowly ease up.
With a calm demeanor, Nan paused for a moment, staring at Luo Fei with an increasingly cold gaze.
He furrowed his brow slightly, looking downward at Wen Shu, seeing the worry hidden in her eyes, understanding her yet unclear thoughts.
"Ashu," he caught the crucial point sensitively, swallowed his inquiry, and said bluntly: "He doesn't deserve it."
Wen Shu immediately realized what he was talking about.
She frowned in confusion, meeting Nan's questioning gaze, and exchanged a look with him.
Her throat, dry from tension, responded hoarsely, "You misunderstood, only if he lives, the females of the Blood Alliance can be safe."
