Su Changxing heard these words and couldn't help but frown. Was he worth only a little food?
This was infuriating. As a dangerous individual, he was worth at least ten, no, twenty cans.
He felt the footsteps leaving the room downstairs, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, gentle and refined, exuding the air of a scholar.
Sun Baisheng's eyes suddenly widened as he saw a youth with a Steel Saber appear behind Liu Zhonggang, making a motion to swing the blade.
Liu Zhonggang sensed something too and turned around, only to see a flash of cold light. He wanted to raise his weapon to resist, but it was too late.
His skull was shattered, and warm blood splattered all over Sun Baisheng's face. He was utterly terrified, watching the youth with a slight smile approach him step by step.
The light footsteps echoed in the room, heart-stirring.
This was definitely a Demon, a killer.
The youth showed no extra emotional fluctuation, cold and decisive, like a killer numbed by murdering.
