When Su Chen was kicked off the spaceship, he had only one thought: These bastards really dared to do it.
The thin air of the garbage planet, thick with the pungent smell of sulfur, flooded his lungs. He rolled seven or eight times across the ground before crashing into a rusted metal panel and coming to a stop. Every bone in his body felt broken. His forehead was split, and blood ran down his brow, covering half his face.
The spaceship’s hatch was still open. Su Mingyuan, the eldest young master of the Su family, stood at the entrance and looked down at him with his trademark hypocritical smile.
