The other beastmen froze. Many who had been ready to side with the witch doctor took two steps back, their faces pale. None of them wanted to get on Han Jue's bad side.
Everyone in the tribe knew his temper; when he was angry, he really didn't care whose bones he broke. His aura was heavy, suffocating, like a predator looming over helpless prey.
They looked at him and Su Qinglan standing side by side. Both cold, both sharp, both with tempers that could flatten anyone in their way. In their eyes, the pair really looked like a perfect match...like two demons standing together.
This couple is truly evil, someone thought, shivering.
Han Jue turned his mocking gaze back on Bai Lianhua, his smile sharp. "Still want to cry? Then cry louder. Maybe the river will carry your tears away. At least then, you'll finally be useful… watering the fish."
