The man with glasses operated the gigantic puppet with his fingers, muttering softly to himself.
He looked into the distance.
"Just like your current team, scattered and fleeing, all suppressed and at a disadvantage."
"There's no hope in sight."
"Nor is there any... dignity."
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In a huge pit in the distance,
Old Mo lay in disarray, staring blankly at the sky.
"Su, why didn't you kill me?"
That move had created this massive pit next to him, which showed how powerful it was, and the only reason he was still alive was because Su Buxian had shown mercy.
"Because I'm a good person."
"Why do I just not believe that, a good person who has tricked me three times... and struck so harshly."
He was in pain all over his body and still too weak to get up.
"Of course." Su Qi calmly said, "Another reason is that you're too weak, killing you would be meaningless."
"????"
Old Mo widened his eyes: "Damn it, help me up, and see if I don't stab you to death."
