Even Tian Zongming never doubted that Su Rui would not come.

This is their captain, the captain who is young but passionate and innocent.

Follow him, even if he loses his life, he will not regret it.

No matter whether he can leave alive today, Tian Zongming doesn’t care. He is willing to live and die with this sentient and righteous captain!

Tian Zongming's eyebrow bones were cracked and his left cheekbones swollen, which made Su Rui's eyes squint immediately.

He knew that this must be a human injury! In the past so many years, he has used his fists to swell his enemy's face like this!

His eyes became cold, like sharp arrows that could blind others' eyes.

"God of Death, haven't you said that I won't let my comrades get hurt?" Su Rui asked.

His fists were already clenched and creaked.

"I have killed the man who hurt him." The god of death said lightly, "It is the man from Atlantis, Lancelots' nephew."

Su Rui glanced at Tian Zongming, and the latter nodded, as if he had agreed with the words of the God of Death.

Death didn't know why he explained this sentence, but he just explained it.

"Okay, then next, it's time for us to settle the score." Su Rui said.

Death glanced at him: "I have done what I promised you, but now it is time for you to achieve what you promised me."
Chapter completed!