Then, Scarred Man suddenly howled like a wolf that had lost its mate. In the next moment, the Heavy Armor in front of the bed turned at a speed which the human eye could not see, and the stirring white steam spewed out hysterically. A mechanical hand reached out to grab Chang Geng.

Chang Geng's feet immediately left the ground. There was a sharp pain in his back. His internal organs felt as if they were knocked upside down as the Barbarian slammed him against the wall.

The wall cracked.

Chang Geng could no longer endure it, and spat out blood onto the Scarred Man's metallic arm.

He struggled to lower his head and confronted the pair of eyes that were full of killing intent.

Chang Geng saw such eyes for the first time; there seemed to be a heavy image of rust contained in them.

However, he did not know how, in this situation of disparity between strength and weakness, a burning will suddenly sprouted in his heart and soul. He did not retreat his gaze, but instead fiercely stared back at the barbarian in front of him.

The juvenile's and the murderer's gazes met. The young wolf's fangs had not yet sharpened, but it seemed as if his fierceness was naturally born.

This might be a natural temperament. When people were trapped in a deadly situation, two kinds of people would fight back. The first was the type of person who had calculated carefully, or would act out of morality, duty, integrity, or even after weighing the pros and cons; it was only for the last resort. Their heart was not ignorant to their fear, but their conscience or intelligence could overcome it. This was real courage.

The other kind of person was who would not think about anything. Everything was based on instinct: instinctively angry, instinctively full of a will to fight - even if, inside their heart, they could vaguely understand that their resistance will lead to more terrifying results, they still could not restrain themselves from taking a bite out of the enemy.

At this moment, Chang Geng was undoubtedly the latter, and perhaps the word 'fearful' itself was enough to irritate him.

Upon recalling those years, Xiu Niang was not the only one who had to battle with her conscience; Chang Geng was actually the same. In the end, Xiu Niang did not kill him, maybe because half of the blood flowing in him belonged to her elder sister. Chang Geng did not kill her either, maybe because, despite the long years of torment she subjected him to, she was still the one who raised him after all.

The scarred barbarian seemed to have been stabbed by his gaze. Raising his massive fist in anger, he had to make Chang Geng shed blood.

Just then, a roar suddenly came from the direction of the door, and a Barbarian who was standing guard flew across the room, destroying half of it.