Truth

Su Bai crouched down, stretched his hand and touched Ego’s face, which had just been smashed by himself. The thick disgusting blood and brains were all over his palm. He lifted his hand to his nose and smelled it.

Fatty watched Su Bai. His breath was accelerating. All of a sudden, he couldn’t recognize this young man in front of him. Was this still the lukewarm playboy?

Su Bai didn’t eat any of the blood or brains. He shook off the dirty stuff and reached out for another staff under Ego’s body.

He held both staves; one of them was emerald, the other was azure. Both of them looked plain, but holding them in his hands, he felt as if he could feel their heartbeats. They must be extraordinary.

Finally, he looked at Fatty.

Clearly, he was hesitating.

Fatty could see his hesitation and held his breath because of fear.

Just then, Su Bai looked up and realized that it was nearly dawn.

He had something else to do.

"I won’t kill you," Su Bai said.

Fatty nodded quickly.

"Take care."