The lights were dim, and no figures could be seen, only the two corpses on the ground with their heads slumped, necks twisted off without even a chance to resist...
The night wind blew through, like a probe before a storm, causing one's heart to float as well.
Su Han returned to the billiard hall, rested for a while, and Iron Cannon hurried in, his expression unsightly.
Too many things had happened these past two days, making his head unable to process them. One event followed another, causing a headache.
"Senluo's strength might not be enough to kill those two warriors."
Upon receiving the news, Iron Cannon came immediately, not daring to delay, "Could it be the Master?"
Senluo's strength wasn't considered strong. He was skilled in deep scheming, meticulous thinking, and ruthlessness, but when it came to martial arts strength, those two warriors absolutely couldn't be easily killed by him.
Su Han frowned, feeling like he was trapped in a snare.
