The man stood at the staircase entrance, merely five steps away from them, engulfed as if by darkness itself!
His body was wreathed in a gloomy and dark mist, his eyes a brutal and fierce shade of murky green, resembling the God of Death returning from Hell,
but Wang Zhendong and Scarface blinked, and when they looked at the man again, the illusion had vanished; instead, they saw a young man in his twenties, glaring at them with eyes full of anger and bloodlust.
Wang Zhendong and Scarface exchanged a startled look, both seeing the panic in each other's eyes.
If this was an illusion, how could two people see it at the same time?
There could be only one explanation: it was not an illusion.
Wang Zhendong and Scarface both felt something was off about Hao Jian, but ultimately, it was Wang Zhendong who mustered up the courage to confront him:
"Who do you think you are, meddling in our business?"
"Me? Aren't I just the wild man you were talking about?"
