C471 I'm Hungry

In the dead of night, Yung Mo's face was a mask of cold, bloodthirsty intensity, utterly devoid of emotion. His demeanor was chilling and severe, yet his shadowy, profound eyes shimmered with the glint of a frosty demon.

"Who said anything about going in to blow it up?!" Yung Mo's icy gaze swept over Guying, who stood beside him, his presence radiating a piercing, frostbitten air.

"You mean..