Bab 1785: A Bloody Rescue

Lu Zhongqi's tone was low and calm, without the slightest feeling of unfulfilled ambition and unwillingness.

On the contrary, he was like an old teacher who had burned up his life, and now, he was trying to gather the little strength he had left to pass on the last flame to his student.

Meng Chao did not answer Lu Zhongqi's question.

Every single one of his brain cells was burning with the image of the apocalypse.

If you wanted to stop the apocalypse, you had to pay the price.

The price of hundreds of lives was not high, was it?

Such a thought was like a devil's ravings. It rang in the depths of Meng Chao's ears, causing him to have goosebumps all over his body. He shivered deeply. 

Fortunately, Lu Zhongqi did not need his answer.