"Fuck... I choose neither!"
Chen Xiaolian quickly backed away, lowering his head to look at the bloody hole in his chest.
His body gradually began to heal, and the self-repair function of the Queyue Wuguang Armor also activated. Countless tiny metal fragments started converging at the break, rapidly filling it in.
The possibility of a failed negotiation was something he had also considered.
Without any preparation, to rashly deliver himself into Chen Xiaolian's hands, how could Chen Xiaolian do such a foolish thing?
Although he was still not a match for Chen Xiaolian in terms of strength, Chen Xiaolian was confident that he was not utterly without the power to fight back.
