Hidden in the mist is the killer. A tiny barb flickers across the leaf's back with a cold ray. The fabric with a long thorn rips open the back throws a little blood beads into the sky.

Ye Cheng just wrinkled his eyebrows slightly. The offensive under the old man's urgent line was messy, but he had to pay attention to the old man's viciousness. He became increasingly disgusted with the people of the special organization in China.

After a hit, the knife blocked the old man's second attack, and the tip of the knife pulled away the barb in the fog. The right hand flipped the hook and fell...