Whenever Gao Ming spoke a word, K's complexion underwent a subtle shift, and the security personnel guarding the exit in the distance also sensed that something was amiss.
K's abilities were top secret, not even his own team members knew about them, yet now this information was coming from the mouth of an enemy.
After all, they had just returned from Xinhu to Hanhai, and it was only through unimaginable pain and despair that they managed to carve the Ghost Patterns into their bodies.
They had thought hunting the Strange Tale Player in Hanhai would be a dimensional strike, but their first action felt like kicking an iron plate.
A composed mind, terrifying strength, the protection of unknown deities, a ruthless modus operandi, and a hysterically twisted soul, this was the leader of the Strange Tale Players.
