The man wrapped in black appeared, and the temperature in the hall immediately dropped several degrees.
There was an aura about the man that gave off a strong sense of oppression.
"Shadow, I called for you because I have a favor to ask of you," Dong Feitian spoke very politely, even using the word "please."
"What is it?" the man asked indifferently.
"Help me kill a few people."
"How many?"
"Three... oh, no, four."
"How many exactly?"
"Four."
"Who are they?"
"One is a Chiliarch, the other three are my former subordinates."
"I lost a bet to you years ago and promised to do three things for you. One hundred and fifty years ago, I took care of a rival for you, and then you smoothly became the city lord. Fifty years ago, someone tried to assassinate you and almost succeeded. It was I who saved you at the critical moment. Now you're asking me to kill four people for you. After this task is done, we're even, and you should never contact me again," the man said with a cold tone.
