The taxi driver angrily glanced at Wuming, dressed bizarrely and speaking in such a strange way. However, his fury was sparked by the person in the back seat. Who would just hop in like a ghost without waiting for the previous passenger to get out, right?
"Hey! Do you know that scaring people can scare them to death? You didn't even say hello before sitting down, you scared the hell out of me. I almost had a heart attack. Get the hell out, I don't care how much you pay, I'm not taking you!" the taxi driver roared, his face red and his neck bulging.
Sitting in the back was a young man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a poker face, expressionless on his handsome face.
Having been scolded by the taxi driver, the young man suddenly curved his lips upward, "You can go report to the underworld now!"
Whoosh!
A chilling light flashed on the young man's body, and a bizarrely shaped short blade instantly closed in on the taxi driver's throat.
