Farewell, Goodluck 2

He sat cross-legged on the bed, a black bead spinning in front of him, and a strange scream came out.

Wisps of black mist seeped out of the black Pearl and fused into his body. His aura kept growing stronger.

A moment later, Xue Ren opened his eyes, and black mist seeped out of them.

A sinister look appeared on his face.

"Damn it ... Those night watchmen ... The previous actions caused too much of an impact. If this continues, it won't be long before they'll be sure it's me. I'm not strong enough, I need to be even stronger!"

"But now, even killing a genetic warrior would be discovered ... What should we do?"

Xue Ren's expression became more and more ferocious. As his aura fluctuated, the black mist around him gradually became thicker than before.