“Rookie, looks like you’ve forgotten who the real hunter is.”
The voice was quiet, yet like a poisoned icicle, it plunged into Xiao Zhuang’s eardrum and pierced straight through his skull!
Xiao Zhuang’s pupils contracted into the tiniest, most dangerous pinpoints. At that instant, it seemed every drop of blood in his body had frozen solid.
With Miao Lian on his shoulder, he turned his head extraordinarily slowly, inch by inch, and fixed his gaze on the shadowy corner radiating a deadly aura.
There, a blurry silhouette leaned against an oil drum. The muzzle of the weapon in its hand caught the faint light, gleaming with a chilling sheen.
