"Who are you?"
Ling Lu’s indifferent voice came through the receiver, accompanied by a faint crackle of static.
Just that one sentence was enough to break Ling Jinmo, who had been suppressing his temper for so long. The mask of indifference he wore shattered completely, like the countless fissures in a volcanic crust, revealing the molten red magma deep within—seething, scorching, and carrying the scent of destruction.
Chapter 85