Chapter 732 The Devil Doesnst Believe in Tears (2/2)

”You will know once you come with us,” the man said, with a frosted tone.

”I'm not going with you,” Luo Sulan said, as she nibbled her lips.

”Why do you even bother talking to her? Just capture her already!” another man coldly interjected.

”Okay, then,” the other man then gestured with his hand, and the rest approached her.

They knew all about Luo Sulan. She was a housewife who killed a few ordinary creatures to survive. She has been taken care of through the kindness of others, unable to fight for herself.

They had already separated her from the assigned protector of the Special Squad, which meant capturing her would be an easy task to accomplish.

”You guys have parents; how do you think they would feel if they knew you were out here, attempting to kidnap a lone woman?” Luo Sulan sighed as she spoke.

”Shut up! If you refuse to come with us peacefully, take one last look at that silky-smooth skin of yours, before we cut it up and drag you away with us,” Zhang Fang coldly told her.

”To suffer in the adversity of evil is a nobler deed than to helplessly succumb to the brutish requests of those that wish to do you harm,” Luo Sulan said.

”Then consider our patience and politeness spent; excuse the rough mishandling that may occur next.” Zhang Fang raised his hand and tried to grab Luo Sulan by her hair and pull her off the mount she was upon.

Just when Zhang Fang's hand was about to touch Luo Sulan, she raised her silky-smooth hand and casually waved it in front of Zhang Fang's neck.

Plop!

He was only two feet away, and Zhang Fang's head was removed from his neck as if it were severed by an invisible knife. The head went a great distance, as a trail of blood followed in its airborne wake. The eyes were sullen, and seemed to suggest that what had just happened wasn't fair.

”Have any of you ever felt hopeless?” Luo Sulan's face was like ice. She did not look scared or afraid, at all. She looked devoid of emotion; cold. Just cold.

Their hearts shivered, as chills ran down their spines.

”Argh!”

Blood spread all about like flowers. She quickly moved around, and with each directional turn, red syrup followed.

”Devil. You are the devil!” Du Ruzhi was petrified with fear. All the elites around him, including Zhang Fang, and two with opened gene locks—they most likely had the power to slay or capture a super creature.

If they didn't possess such power, it would have been impossible for them to shake out three sacred-blood creatures to attack and draw away Wu Qinggang.

But the elites were now mercilessly slain by a woman that only had to walk ten quick steps to sever each elite's head from their neck.

Yet with the claret blood that sprayed and flowed, not a single droplet stained the woman's clothing. Luo Sulan still looked as elegant and as gentle as ever.

The woman stood in front of Du Ruzhi, who no longer thought she was a pretty woman. She was now the devil.

The woman was about to take her last, eleventh step, when Du Ruzhi's legs seemed to crumble and almost sent him falling to the ground. He couldn't even think of running away, due to how scary she was. She was truly scarier than the devil.

”Don't... don't kill me... I still have my parents, and I have a wife and kids...” Du Ruzhi slobbered his plea for mercy, after dropping down to his knees.

”The devil doesn't believe in tears.” Luo Sulan gave Du Ruzhi was one last, cold look. She swung her hand, and another head rose to the sky with an airborne wake of blood.