If My Female Needs To Cry, She Can Only Cry In My Arms

Wabei smiled sarcastically. He still had a bellyful of anger yet to be vented, and Cole was the only one here with no relations to Gu Mengmeng. If Cole wished to put himself in the line of fire, who else could be blamed?

Even though he had fought with Elvis on an angry impulse, he had still held back and didn't mete out any lethal strikes. At the end of the day, he still controlled himself for Gu Mengmeng's sake.

After all, in his over 800 hundred years of living, apart from Snake, Gu Mengmeng was his only friend.

But Cole… ha, a pathetic little ant for him to squash to death.

Cole's neck was being strangled by Wabei and he was barely able to breathe. But he continued to smile in a challenging manner.

Death. He had never feared it.

But…

Ha.

Chixuan suddenly dashed over and bit Wabei's wrist.