Huo Xuan raised his hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows calmly, a hint of worry in his tone. "A killing machine?"
After hearing Mo Zhu's words, he recalled something about the black-robed youth he had discovered last night when he was fighting him. The youth's face was tightly covered by the black robe. He had inadvertently taken a glance when he was fighting with him. That face was pale and bloodless.
Furthermore, it was as if he did not feel any pain. No matter how many punches he landed on him, other than raising his hand to block, that young man had never frowned or taken half a step back!
When Xu Huan heard this, he also turned pale with fright. "In that case, if this person was really carefully nurtured by the Kang family, then the Kang family must have nurtured more than one such person. They definitely have a backup plan!"
