The black-clothed painter's face turned deathly pale, and just as he was about to compromise with Xiao Zheng to save his life,
suddenly he seemed to realize something, and his eyes reflected a glint of coldness.
"Heh heh."
The black-clothed painter sneered and said to Xiao Zheng, "I will not speak."
"Hmm?"
Xiao Zheng's eyes slightly narrowed, "Are you playing me?"
The black-clothed painter straightened up, his eyes cold, and said, "I'm not playing you, I'm here to kill you!"
Xiao Zheng laughed sinisterly and said, "You think finding a patron is enough to deal with me?"
"What?"
The black-clothed painter's expression changed, and he exclaimed in a lost voice, "You know?"
Xiao Zheng did not answer, hands clasped behind his back, he indifferently looked towards the left front, squinting his eyes and smiling, "This friend, who has been hiding here for so long, must be tired, come out."
"Heh."
A cold laugh sounded.
