"Chen Wanjun! It's you!"
The black-robed man's voice was filled with terror and venomous hatred.
"You... you were here all along?! Hiding in the shadows this whole time?!"
"If I hadn't, how could I have made a skulking rat like you let down your guard? You were lucky to escape last time. Today, I will capture you!"
Chen Wanjun's expression was blank, his eyes as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice.
The reason he hadn't shown himself immediately was that he had sensed the black-robed man hiding nearby.
To prevent the black-robed man from escaping again as he did last time, he held his hand and waited.
He only launched his sneak attack when the black-robed man was about to kill Fang Han and had lowered his guard against his surroundings.
"SWOOSH—"
Before his words had even faded, Chen Wanjun's figure flashed, appearing before the black-robed man as if he had teleported.
