The young man had delicate features, bright eyes, and a pale complexion, walking toward this side step by step.
After leaving the hotel earlier, Xiao Zheng had felt an eerie silence around him. On a national highway, how could there not be a single car?
So he had followed all the way here.
"Who are you!"
The man was holding his bleeding right hand, but his face showed no sign of pain.
"You don't need to only know who I am, you just need to know that you are about to be a dead man—that's enough!" Xiao Zheng's face was icy as he spoke coldly.
With that, swish, swish, swish...
A black shadow drew a series of afterimages.
"Hmph, you're not qualified enough!" The man sneered, pulling out the blade that had pierced his palm, flinging his hands downward, revealing two steel claws, and then sweeping forward.
However, how could Xiao Zheng's iron fist be something he could resist!
Bang!
