And, as the middle-aged man spoke, his head was slightly raised, and finally, his face could somewhat be seen.
But seeing it clearly was even worse than not seeing it at all.
As some people at the scene vaguely caught sight of his face, they retreated in large steps, drenched in cold sweat. His face bore a glaringly hideous scar, appearing as if a snake was coiled over his visage!
Not only that, the middle-aged man's left eye lacked an eyeball; he was one-eyed.
"Uncle Eagle, I want him dead with no place to be buried!" Chen Fang said in a deep voice, unable to restrain himself from clenching his fists, his hatred flowing unreservedly.
The man in the black robe hummed in acknowledgment, then started walking towards room 307 in the practice room.
"Thud..."
One step!
"Thud..."
Another step!