Zhang Ziyan shouted loudly, "Mr. Xiao, I... I should have reminded you earlier, just now I didn't think of it... He has something called 'Yanluo Silk' on him, which is said to be a nanomaterial!"
"Although it's a thread finer than a strand of hair, it can... it can shear off the roof of an off-road vehicle. Several of my brothers had their limbs severed by this Yanluo Silk and died just like that, so tragically!"
By the end of his shout, Zhang Ziyan gripped his fists tightly, tears welling up in his eyes.
Whenever he thought back to that bloody scene, he felt as if he were in a nightmare.
Fear made him feel as if his internal organs were about to burst.
"Yanluo Silk?"
Mr. Xiao exhaled a turbid breath and nodded, saying, "It was my carelessness, otherwise..."
