"Who sent you?"
Hao Jian's tone was frightfully calm, unflappable, his inner steadiness was formidable.
The man had intended to run, but after seeing his two companions already lying on the ground, and feeling the waves of pervasive killing intent behind him, he was suddenly so scared that his legs went weak.
He didn't know why he wanted to run so badly, yet his legs just wouldn't move, not a single step, completely intimidated by that ominous killing intent.
This was the first time he felt this way; even during past missions no matter how tricky the target, if the mission failed he could always escape, but now there was no chance of escape at all.
He was too terrified to speak or move.
At this point, Hao Jian repeated impatiently, "Who sent you?"
The man remained silent, drenched in sweat from fear.
