What on earth was it for?
And why did Shen Han stay here?
He couldn't help but despise himself, his loved woman, hanging by a thread in the most polluted area thousands of miles away, and here he was, unable to do anything for her.
A flash of pain crossed the man's eyes.
He took off his suit jacket, tiredly tossed it aside, rolled up his sleeves, but then...
What was this?
Shen Han was shocked to see a pale blue ring of light on his left forearm. The flowing light formed a line of text and then switched to another sentence.
"In order to save the world from apocalypse, would you be willing to fight?"
What did this mean?
Shen Han frowned, suspiciously placing his right palm over the blue ring of light.
Suddenly, an intense sting exploded in his mind.
A muffled groan.
