"Shura Hall?" Xue An raised his eyebrows slightly.
"That's right, you meddled in the theater before, saved that performer, and injured our people. You won't forget about this so soon, will you?"
Only then did Xue An come to a sudden realization, then he sneered coldly, "Oh, I wondered who it was, turns out to be you lot hiding in the shadows scared to face people, like snakes and rats!"
A sound of angry snorting came from the darkness, followed by the darkness starting to roll and surge.
In an instant, a figure began to manifest.
When the person appeared before them, Ren Ning hiding behind Xue An couldn't help but cry out.
The person wore black clothes, and donned a pale mask devoid of facial features, except for two hollowed-out eyes revealing a pair of ghostly green eyes like flickering ghost flames.
Against this dark backdrop, he truly appeared like a fearsome demon crawling out from the depths of hell.
