"Rookie, it seems you have forgotten who the real hunter is."
The voice was not high, but it was like a poisoned ice pick, piercing Xiaozhuang's eardrums and penetrating his skull!
Xiaozhuang's pupils suddenly shrank into the most dangerous pinpoint shape, and the blood in his body seemed to be completely frozen at this moment.
He carried Miao Lian and turned his head very slowly, inch by inch. He cast his gaze towards the dark corner that exuded a deadly aura.
There, a vague outline of a human figure was leaning against the oil drum. The muzzle of the weapon in his hand reflected a cold light in the weak light.
