It was a teenager in a gray shirt who looked so ordinary that he was not noticeable if he stood amongst a crowd.
Besides that, there was a scar on his face, adding a tinge of hideousness to his ordinary looks.
Chou Qi narrowed his eyes.
That was the first human he had seen that day who did not have a black cloth on his face. It made him feel slightly odd.
However, that was the only thing he felt.
He was not foolish enough to ask teenager who he was because to him, when the teenager walked out, he was destined to be killed.
The teenager also did not speak and walked towards Chou Qi at a moderate speed.
Swoosh! The Blade of Death in Chou Qi's hands flew and turned into gray clouds of smoke, traveling at a high speed such that they could not be seen by naked eyes.
Crack!
