"You shouldn't hear my footsteps." The man narrowed his eyes and stared at Han Xiaohan through the glass without blinking.
I really couldn't hear Han Xiaohan turned around, walked back to the bed, sat down, and said with a smile: "My senses are very strong."
The man took a breath, paused for a moment, and then pulled himself together and said loudly: "You know, you have been sentenced to death."
Han Xiaohan was secretly shocked, his expression did not change, and he said: "But, I am still alive now."
"Perhaps, you will die soon." The man said coldly: "Of course, it depends on your own decision."
"There are two paths before you now. One is to be executed, and the other is to choose to surrender to the country." The man said in a dead voice without any ups and downs: "Of course, the path you choose is your own, and the choice of life and death is also yours to decide."
Han Xiaohan was confused. What is the connection between the death penalty and surrendering to the country? It sounded inexplicable. However, he was very disgusted with the man's condescending tone. He wanted to scare him and also wanted to test the extent of his internal strength. He secretly gathered his true energy, snorted coldly, and said proudly: "You are right. My path is naturally chosen by me. No one can influence it. Even if I choose the first one, what can I do? Who will execute me and who dares to kill me? Is it just you?" While speaking, he stretched out his arm without warning and grabbed a machine weighing at least 200 kilograms beside the bed. He threw it casually, and the machine hit the mirror with a buzzing sound. With a heavy "clang", the pure tempered glass window was shattered into pieces, mixed with the broken machine fragments, flying around, and the fragments that hit the wall were deeply embedded in it in an instant.
"Ah!" The man behind the mirror was startled and subconsciously flew backwards to the corner to avoid it, while concentrating all his strength to resist.
The powerful energy lifted up his clothes, and he seemed to have gained weight all of a sudden. Fragments shot at him and bounced off and fell to the ground. For a while, the sound of crashing was endless.
I didn't expect that this seemingly weak young man could be so strong. The glass wall that even a heavy tank might not be able to penetrate with one shot was as fragile as paper in front of him.
Before the loud noise faded, the snow-white door of the same color as the room was opened, and no less than 30 fully armed soldiers with real guns and live ammunition rushed in from outside, all pointing their guns at Han Xiaohan. They held their breath, their expressions tense, as if they were facing a great enemy.
Han Xiaohan had long been aware of the presence of these people, but he didn't take them seriously at all. He looked up and laughed, looking at the man who had retreated to the corner and was concentrating on his luck, and asked, "It seems that sending only these few people to kill me is not enough." The man had a solemn expression and deep eyes, and said coldly, "If you dare to kill someone here, you will become an enemy of the country forever!"
"Who cares?" Han Xiaohan didn't say anything, but the ghost crying in his body suddenly woke up, as if the more tense the situation, the more excited he was: a bloodthirsty smile appeared in the dark, and said grimly in Han Xiaohan's heart: "Don't worry about it, kill him, kill everyone here, don't forget, you are the descendant of the blood clan, you have the noblest bloodline, you are the master of the world, no one can coerce the blood clan, from ancient times to the present: what you have to do is to conquer, to kill, kill them, don't hesitate!"