"Who is it?" Cheng Shou looked outside the door with a vigilant look and shouted coldly.
Accompanied by the light footsteps, simultaneously, Cheng Shou also felt unprecedented killing intent.
He didn't even notice when the laptop fell to the ground. At this moment, he only felt that the hair on his body was standing.
He, Cheng Shou, had been controlling the dark world for a long time after Wang An went to seclusion.
These years, there were at least 800 people who died directly in his hands.
He thought that the killing aura on himself was already extremely strong. As long as he showed a little bit of it, it was estimated that ordinary people would feel it, and they would be scared to the ground on the spot.
But now, he felt like an ordinary person. He was already very frightened even before the person in question came.
"Little Cheng, it's me."
