The atmosphere at the hideout was unusually oppressive.
After the seven or eight assassins who wanted to capture Biyao were driven away by Xiaolong, they hid their traces and went up to the third leader, Blood Evil.
They conveyed every word Xiaolong said to Blood Evil without missing a single word.
"He wants me to get out, otherwise I'll definitely die."
"Ridiculous, truly ridiculous."
"I, Blood Evil, have survived countless life-and-death battles to achieve the current status and strength I have today, certainly not because I'm easily scared."
"Even Xiaolong, even if he were in front of me, I would not fear him; battling for three hundred rounds, what of it? To make such wild claims is truly ignorance."
"I just refuse to leave, let's see who can do anything to me?"
"Once I've accepted a task, I must complete it. Otherwise, facing any obstacles and giving up due to them, how can I stand in the world? Wouldn't my rules turn into mere decorations?"
