Dead men don't speak, because someone doesn't want them to talk, so this person is dead!
Xiao Lin stared at the table leg protruding from the heart and chest of the person behind him. The person appeared silently, even Xiao Lin hadn't noticed his presence. Such profound Inner Strength truly surprised Xiao Lin; it seemed no such formidable person had appeared among his adversaries.
Xiao Lin pulled out the table leg that was embedded in the heart and tossed it aside. He slowly turned around. The person before him was dressed entirely in black. Black hat, black clothes, black shoes—only the exposed skin was pale; Xiao Lin could only see a sea of black.
Ruby lips curled slightly upward. He suddenly spread his arms wide open, his black nails like ten sharp swords scratching against the wall, producing a piercing sound.
This person was quick; Xiao Lin felt it the moment he moved. Even the air seemed to whirl, floating invisibly around the area.
