264, Game over

"3..."

"2..."

"1..."

When the shadow twisted off the last reflection's head.

Du Wei directly seized control of his body back.

The blood-red eyes, which looked as if they were almost dripping blood, became relatively clear in the blink of an eye.

Still bloodshot, but very calm.

Throughout this process.

Hannibal had never left; he was like prey that had been badly hit and was gasping for breath, lurking in place and panting heavily.

His breaths in were more numerous than his breaths out.

As if he was truly about to die.

Seeing this, Du Wei said coldly, "Stop pretending, your act is useless in the eyes of people like us."

No sooner had he spoken,

than Hannibal, who had just been on the brink of death, suddenly stood up; he was covered in blood, his face pale.

Even his signature smile seemed forced.

"I'm not pretending, I'm really about to die."

Hannibal coughed a few times, blood dripping from his mouth onto the ground, looking very miserable.