He did whatever Jiang Che said, no longer daring to act out of line in the slightest.
"Let's go."
Jiang Che packed away the last bag of gold notes and spoke calmly to Fang Muye.
Just as the two were about to turn and leave.
Suddenly, Jiang Che's footsteps came to an abrupt halt!
The lingering sense of danger in his heart suddenly erupted to its peak!
"Who?!" he roared, whipping his head around!
There, on the only path back, a ghostly figure stood, having appeared at some unknown time without a sound, blocking their way!
The man was dressed in black, his face hidden in the shadows of a hood. But the terrifying, abyss-like pressure emanating from him instantly made Jiang Che and Fang Muye feel as if they had plunged into an icy cavern!
True Master Realm!
The man slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of ice-cold, emotionless eyes. He spoke in a raspy voice:
"Kid, we… meet again!"
In that instant, Jiang Che's pupils contracted violently!
This aura…
This voice…
