Su Luo’s hands at her side was tightly clenched into fists, but her complexion was indifferent, the corner of her mouth had a slightly cold, smiling expression.
Beichen Ying saw that Su Luo was displeased, immediately, his expression become overcast. He stood in front of Su Luo and with a frown, cast a glance at the crown prince: “You want to court death?”
The crown prince brassily glared at Beichen Ying: “You have the guts to kill me? Don’t forget! I am the crown prince of an empire!”
Beichen Ying had both hands crossed in front of his chest, with a ghost of a smile, he said: “What do you think? Just based on a few of you, and think you can get past us in a fight? Do you believe or not that we can immediately kill you and afterwards, destroy your corpse to wipe out any trace of evidence?”