Domineering Dollar

"What's wrong? Didn't Lin Beifeng buy that pair of sacred-blood wings? How did it end up in Son of Heaven's hand?" Han Sen frowned, feeling puzzled.

Although Son of Heaven's eyesight was not as good as Han Sen’s, Han Sen's eye-catching golden outfit was easy to recognize. After seeing Han Sen, Son of Heaven speeded up toward the Mystery Island. Obviously, he did not want to be approached by Han Sen.

Han Sen was still far from Son of Heaven and decided to go to the island directly.

"This is a great opportunity to kill Son of Heaven. Now that he is alone, and none of his gang member is with him. Maybe I could even get rid of him right now." Squinting his eyes, Han Sen flew toward the island.