The woman in front of Ren Feng had a completely different face, embodying a remarkably alluring Western appearance, utterly different from Eleven. In her hand, there was a human skin mask.
"This is a must-have item from our guild, high-tech indeed."
Fourteen giggled and then pulled out a small, slender object from her chest. She tossed it, and instantly, her voice reverted back to her own.
"So, how about this surprise? Do you like it?"
Fourteen smirked coldly, reaching out to stroke Ren Feng's chin.
"Where is Eleven?"
Ren Feng stared coldly at her, while inside, he was desperately trying to gather True Qi, but to no avail.
"How rare, when you can barely save yourself, yet you're still thinking about Junior Sister Eleven."
Fourteen laughed mockingly in her words.
"But it doesn't matter, when the time comes, you can meet in hell."
"You're going to kill her too?"
