The scream did not last long. Moments later, the young man from the Li Family had turned completely black, with his eyes bulging out, and had stopped breathing.
Fang Lin stood, a detached expression on his face, as if he had nothing to do with the two people who had just died at his feet.
The remaining three from the Li Family stared at Fang Lin in horror. The cold indifference on Fang Lin's face after killing people made their hearts chill even more.
How could it be that someone as young as seventeen or eighteen could kill with such casual ease, as if eating a meal or drinking water?
"I'm sorry, it seems you won't be able to kill me now," Fang Lin said in a regretful tone to the three of them.
Their faces turned towards one another, and, for a time, they dared not make another move.
Helplessly, even when five of them joined forces, they still couldn't finish off Fang Lin. Now two were dead, and Feng Lin remained untouched.
