Chapter 983
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An 'an's entire face was slapped. Her skin was delicate and there was a red handprint on her right cheek.
However, she didn't have any expression on her face. Her face was burning with pain, but she didn't show any signs of pain. She raised her eyes, and her pair of icy eyes overflowed with a cold radiance. "Cornered?"
"You!"
Delia was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. He had underestimated An 'an.
He hadn't expected himself to be defeated by a woman. His personal stamp had been exposed and his base had been destroyed. Now he was surrounded by enemies and he might be captured very soon.
"An 'an, don't be so smug. You're still in my hands. Aren't you afraid?"
At this moment, one of his subordinates ran over in a panic. "Master Delia, we've been discovered. Someone is chasing us."
Lu Yan had arrived.
An 'an looked at the darkness in the distance and the corners of her lips kicked up. She could hear his footsteps getting closer.
He was so steady and powerful.
She wasn't afraid.
She wasn't afraid at all.
Because she knew he was on his way.
He had said it before. He might be late, but he was never absent.
She was waiting for him.
Delia laughed coldly. "You're just in time. I'm waiting for the Blood Eagle to come."
With that, Delia pinched An 'an's tiny face, revealing a lustful gaze. "Say, if Blood Eagle saw you under me when he opened the door, would he … be so furious that his eyes would pop out?" Delia's eyes were filled with a devilish glint.
"What do you want to do?" An 'an asked.
"Of course I want to … enjoy you. An 'an, I've been thinking about you for a long time!"
"Scram!"
"Do you know what kind of person is the most powerful in this world? It's the person who forsakes love. The Blood Eagle could have been the strongest warrior, but it's a pity that he has a fatal weakness. That's you. How can I destroy him? Of course I have to make use of you to hurt him. I have to torture him so that he can neither live nor die."
An 'an's face was as cold as ice. She knew Lu Yan's weakness better than Delia.
When Little Yan was young, he would open the door and see his mother being pinned under someone else. That would become his lifelong nightmare.
Now, if she were to be humiliated by Delia, Lu Yan would be destroyed.
Lu Yan hid a gentle heart under the toughest armor.
He only gave this tenderness to her after his parents passed away.
She became the only tenderness in his heart.
…
Delia brought An 'an to a room. There was a huge LCD screen in the room. Delia picked up the remote control and turned on the LCD screen.
On the opposite side was a secret room surrounded by cold mirrors. A group of Japanese samurai stood in the room. Each of the samurai held a sharp, cold broadsword in their hands. They were respectfully waiting for someone.
At this time, the door of the secret room was kicked open with a bang. The cold air of the night outside rushed in, and a tall and sturdy figure also rushed in.
Lu Yan entered the room.
He came out of the night, walking in the light, his black boots squeaking on the floor.
"Delia, what do you mean?" An 'an's heart tightened as she stared at Delia coldly.
Delia leisurely took a sip of the red wine in his hand. "These are all Japanese samurai that I hired with a high salary. They're especially good with swords. Isn't Blood Eagle very powerful? I want to see how he's going to win with his bare hands."
This lunatic!
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