"Don't bother. They're all dead,"
In the quiet hall, a man appeared like a ghost, slowly opening his mouth. At the same time as he spoke, the fresh blood on his military dagger dripped onto the snowy white pure wool carpet, instantly dyeing the carpet red.
That splash of red was blinding under the light.
They're all dead!
The man's casual words exploded like thunder in Wang Hong's ears. Wang Hong's body immediately went rigid in mid-air. He struggled to turn his head, eyes wide, and asked with a face full of fear, "Who are you?"
No answer.
The man closed the door of the hall, one hand holding the dagger, the other holding a human head, and walked straight towards Wang Hong.
Wang Hong's gaze was fixated on the head in the man's hand.
The owner of that head was called Leng Feng.
The number two figure of the Maple Leaf!
Ranked third in combat power in all of Maple Leaf!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
