The moon was shrouded in darkness, and the wind howled fiercely.
Wang Zheng, alone, followed a road that was not yet fully constructed to the mid-mountain of the training camp.
From a distance, the abandoned villa complex resembled a giant beast in the darkness, ready to devour everything.
Especially when the occasional roars of wild wolves and lion-tigers could be heard, it made him unconsciously furrow his brow.
Why on earth would Tang Yi arrange to meet him here?
But the thought brought a chilling murderous intent flashing through his cold eyes.
Despite the danger lurking at every corner, he had to admit, it was an ideal place for killing.
To Wang Zheng, his sacred duty was to kill.
Unlike martial fighters, he had no need to battle others openly and honorably.
For him, there was only one purpose in coming here, and that was to kill!
So, for safety's sake, he did not use the main entrance.
