The Fight in the Basement

"Yes, it's me."

A white mist was leaking from his mouth, Mole with a grin stood up from the ground; his body was trembling.

The dry ice spread out in the basement, causing the temperature to drop instantly to the freezing point.

Not just Mole, Jiang Chen noticed that his tactical helmet screen had gradually begun to precipitate with ice shards. However, these ice crystals were not bothersome, he was only a bit cold compared to the Fog Demon that had been duped by dry ice powder.

"This is the industry norm?" Looking at the Mole that moved to the corner, Jiang Chen smiled wickedly, "The intelligence trafficker and cannibal?"

"The intelligence trafficker is my side business. What could be more fun than killing people?" Mole licked the corner of his mouth and drew two daggers from his pockets. He put them in front of his chest, like a cross. "Yes, dry ice can indeed cause me problems, especially in this small place."