Chapter 105: Trump Card
Mu Cheng bristled with rage. "Let's see how long you can stay so confident!"
A moment later, the six Mithril Alloy Cyborgs tightened their encirclement. They closed in on Su Mu step by step, moving agonizingly slow. It was a deliberate display of pressure—an attempt to draw out a look of desperate fear to satisfy Mu Cheng's twisted heart.
They were destined to be disappointed.
Su Mu merely offered a faint smile. With casual elegance, he reached out and accepted Bubai's invitation. Two hands—one pitch-black, one pale—clasped tightly in midair.
"Mr. Mu, both your methods and your story have thoroughly entertained me. In return, I've decided to give you a surprise. Please don't refuse."
A faint sense of unease gripped Mu Cheng. "Quick, grab him!"
The six cyborgs lunged forward, only to grasp empty air.
Su Mu was gone. In his place lay nothing but a pool of ink-black shadow.
He had escaped into Bubai's Shadow Dimension.