Xiao Qimo's presence was overpowering.
The air around him seemed to freeze, and the man on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain, could hardly open his mouth, but still he struggled to explain, "Don't misunderstand, it wasn't you..."
With every few words, a taste of blood surged up in his throat.
Having witnessed this man's ruthlessness before, the trembling of his body was nothing compared to the trembling in his heart.
He could only desperately explain that his target was not him, no!
Xiao Qimo elegantly adjusted his tie, far from being appeased, his coldness intensified; he leaned forward slightly, with a voice low and hoarse, pressing the man on the ground.
"Who sent you?"
His voice was calm and quiet, yet it carried an earth-shattering murderous aura that spared no creature in its path.
The man on the ground closed his eyes, resigned to his fate.
