Chapter 431

Looking at Su Quan standing in front of her, Laurel Lance shouted in surprise, got out of bed barefoot, hugged his neck with both arms, and pounced into his arms.

"It's really great that you're okay. I thought you—where is Sara? Where is she?" Laurel Lance looked up and looked at Su Quan hopefully.

Su Quan shook his head.

Laurel Lance's heart suddenly thumped, and a bad premonition had already surged up.

"What does shaking your head mean? Haven't found her yet, or she has already—"

Su Quan held Laurel Lance's face, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said softly: "Don't worry, Sara is not dead, and she is fine, it's just that she might not be able to come back for a short time."

"Why?"

"Why can't she come back?"

"You, are you lying to me, are you comforting me?" Laurel Lance asked unbelievingly.

Su Quan held her hand and sat down by the bed, earnestly telling the process of the shipwreck and letting Sara go to the League of Assassins afterwards.

Laurel Lance listened with suspicion, her face full of doubt and confusion.

There are too many situations in Su Quan's statement that cannot be explained by common sense, such as he knows Sara's orders or the future, joining the League of Assassins is the change of her destiny, and she will become a hero who saves the world in the future.

Another example is that he was not discovered and sent back by the rescue team, but teleported back directly!

Foresight? Teleportation?

This is simply a fantasy!

"I know you don't believe it, don't worry, I have notified your father, in two minutes, oh, one and a half minutes, he will be home, let's talk together then!" Su Quan said with a smile.

Time seemed particularly long at this time, and Laurel Lance stared at the time almost second by second.

One and a half minutes later, the sound of footsteps sounded, and then, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open hard.

"Dad." Laurel Lance called in surprise.

Quentin Lance did not respond, he drew his gun, stared at Su Quan, and walked over.

"The person who spoke in my mind is you!"

Su Quan smiled and said nothing, but the voice sounded in Quentin Lance's mind.

"It's me."

Quentin Lance's eyes condensed, and he said deeply: "I don't care what kind of trick you used, I don't care, I just want to know how Sara is, where is she!"

"Tell me immediately, otherwise—" Quentin Lance raised his gun.

Before the muzzle could aim at Su Quan, Quentin Lance felt the hand holding the gun suddenly lose control, and then the gun in his hand suddenly flew to Su Quan's hand with a whoosh.

Su Quan looked at him and smiled lightly, and the gun in his hand was instantly crushed into powder and scattered on the ground.

"Otherwise—what?"