The smell of death permeates the corner.

After a while, a rough and arrogant man walked out from the corner. The lion's mane on his face had not completely faded away, and his body was stained with dots of marks, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

But he didn't care, and took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit one for himself.

Then, the rugged man stopped.

His eyes widened!

The hands holding the cigarette and lighter were trembling...

At some point, a bloodstain appeared on his neck. Large amounts of blood were gushing out from between the cut blood vessels and flesh, spilling onto the jacket, covering the original spots on the jacket.

The man fell backwards without a look in his eyes.

In the corner of his vision, a flash of silver light flashed before disappearing.

Jiang Qian stood in front of the rugged man's body and looked down at the man's face.

His eyes lingered on the other person's lion's mane that had not faded yet.
Chapter completed!