Shape Without a Soul

As the bright moonlight shone on the sea surface, bringing about gleaming reflections of the waves amid the powerful wind, two ghostly silhouettes silently appeared at the seaside beach.

“In regards to speed, you’re better than me."

In the speed contest just now, Wang Rui, who looked down on Mo Awen, lost badly. Even though he went all out and sped up to his limit, Mo Awen could still follow beside him, neither too fast nor too slow and didn’t fall behind in the slightest, even seemingly holding back.

“Give me your best shot. Don’t let me down,” Mo Awen replied with a light laugh.

Don’t let you down?

Coldness glowed inside Wang Rui’s eyes. He once said to Tang Xiu that he was someone who loved challenges. But to think that his bodyguard would actually challenge him?

He was quite resentful, and the consequences for that would be dire.

“I will defeat you with everything I got, making you admit your defeat thoroughly. Then I’ll weigh your boss as how much pounds he got in store.”