Feeling the light emanating from Ji Xingyun's eyes and the killing intent from his body, the face of the black-clad man showed no change. He merely said, "Ji Group Leader, rest assured, I hold no malice towards Lu Tianxing, you can be completely at ease, there's no need to worry."
"I hope so."
Ji Xingyun sneered, but he did not argue against the black-clad man's words.
"Ji Group Leader, since there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first."
With that said, the black-clad man wasted no more words, his figure flashed, and within several flickers, he had disappeared from Ji Xingyun's sight.
Ji Xingyun stood still, watching the departure of the black-clad man, his brows slightly furrowed, showing a thoughtful expression on his face.
For some reason, the more he observed the black-clad man, the more he felt he had met him before. Moreover, as time went on, the familiarity towards the black-clad man grew stronger, almost certainly confirming that the man was an old acquaintance.
