Death Intent continuously assaulted Shen Luo's brain, and it took a long time for him to regain his sanity. When he got up from the ground, all the other club members, except for the Crow and the Guinea Pig, took a step back.
"Welcome to the club."
The Crow's hand hung in the air, his eyes fixed on Shen Luo, always on guard against him.
Faced with such a killing monster, even the core members dared not relax.
Shen Luo didn't shake hands with the Crow, as if the mere core members weren't worthy of being his equal dialogue partners.
His scarlet eyes swept over all the club members outside the house. Shen Luo wiped away the lingering bloody tears from his face, desperately wanting to seek help from the group of perverted killers, but there was a voice in his head stopping him.
