บท 1627: The Face Behind Red Lotus

"*sshole…"

Every muscle on Ding Zhengyang's face was twitching violently. His face flickered between enraged and fearful, like a beast whose thigh had been bitten by a trap watching his companions abandon him without looking back.

His Adam's apple was shivering rapidly, uttering what sounded like both bellows and moans.

Huala!

Ding Zhengyang smashed the mini crystal processor against the wall, smashing it into pieces. He then stared at a loss at the glittering pieces on the ground. At last, he took a deep breath and rubbed his burning face hard as if it were a pile of soft mud. After ten seconds, he finally rubbed his face into the previous calm expression.