The smug smile on the poisonous face.

"(shadow), still play it?"

Nastu Ningbing knew that he might die today, but he stood up stubbornly, wiped the black blood on the corner of his mouth with his arm, and then held his hand against the wall next to him.

"I'm going to kill you if I die."

A roaring Situ Ningbing suddenly rushed at the poison in spite of his wounds, and at the same time saw the silk in his hand hissing away from his hand toward the poison. This desperate blow was absolutely rapid.

The drug lord dared not carelessly, and quickly retreated.

But in the instant of his...